A Day in the life of a jobber

Title: A Day in the life of a jobber
Author: humiliatedjobber
Link: https://jobberhumiliation.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/new-story-a-day-in-the-life-of-a-jobber/

6 a.m. Brandon Boyd woke up to his alarm. It took him a few seconds to orient himself. What had happened? Where was he? Oh yeah, he was in jobber hell. Or, at least in this case, at the bottom of his small bed in his tiny studio apartment. He woke up at the foot of the bed, in a pair of baby blue panties, a black collar around his neck, his ass aching. He stood up and found a note on the bed:

“Jobber boy. I had fun last night, fag! Get showered and spend two hours watching your videos. You’ve got the salon appointment at 10 and your fucking ass better be at the wrestling school by 12. And I want you at the TBS studio by 4 for the taping of WCW Saturday Night. Got it? Good.–Watson.”

Brandon crumpled up the note and threw it into the garbage. Fucking Watson. The promoter who’d turned him into a dominated jobber a few months ago, shortly after his college graduation. Now, at 22, instead of a life in business like he’d planned, Brandon knew nothing but wrestling humiliation, dished out on a near nightly basis in small crowds and large ones, in private and on television.

He self-consciously rubbed his sore ass where Watson had first spanked him over his knee last night and turned him on his stomach and impaled him with his 8-inch cock, ignoring Brandon’s cries the entire time. Less than a year ago Brandon belonged to a frat and had a girlfriend and a future. Now he was a jobber, single, living in a shitty studio, owned by a dirty old man. When Brandon pulled his panties down he realized Watson had shoved a tampon up his ass after the fucking and as he yanked it out the dried up sperm emerged and Brandon nearly vomited. Brandon yanked off the stupid collar that Watson had controlled him with and climbed into the shower.

After cleaning himself, Brandon ate breakfast and sat in front of his television, a television that didn’t get cable or have an antenna. Instead he could only play VCR tapes Watson gave him. On the tapes? Nothing but jobber matches. Hour after hour after hour of jobbers in skimpy trunks getting maimed, destroyed, humiliated. Tommy Angel, Bob Emory, Trent Knight, Red Tyler, Ron Cumberledge, on and on and on. When he watched them, Brandon had to sit three feet away while situated on his special jobber chair, which was a normal chair except for the dildo protruding up from it. Each day Brandon lowered himself on it and felt his ass filled as visions of jobber demolition played in front of him. This was also the only time Watson allowed him to touch himself. He could stroke his 4-inch dick and cum once a month but it had to be during tape time and he had to eat every last drop. Brandon never cheated with any of these orders. Not anymore. Watson had cameras set up around the studio where he could monitor his latest jobber victim. One time Brandon violated Watson’s orders and secretly squirted in bed one night. The next morning Watson arrived and beat him up, knocking out a tooth, bloodying his lip and leaving a black eye. He also spanked Brandon unmercifully. Brandon had to take two weeks off from TV appearances after that because Watson didn’t want his perfect jobber face looking sullied in front of crowds or TV audiences and he didn’t want the welts on Brandon’s ass to show up when he got wedgied. So Brandon learned his lesson. And now he watched his tapes, and rode his dildo chair and dreaded his day to come.

10 a.m.: Brandon pulled into Rita’s Salon and waited a few minutes before going in. No matter how many times he went in, the embarrassment never lessened. Everyone in the salon knew him and knew what he was. Finally he climbed out and walked into the shop. When the bell above the door rang, the receptionist Laura looked up and smiled. Brandon, her favorite customer! Fucking fag. “Hey, sweetie,” the gorgeous 23-year-old blonde said. “Is it Thursday already.” “Hey Laura,” Brandon replied. In his previous life Brandon would have seen Laura at a bar, picked her up, taken her home, fucked her, made her blow him, and told all his buddies about it the next day and then forgotten about her two days later. “Why don’t you go back to the tanning salon first and Marsha will set you up. Then Andrea will take care of the shaving.” Brandon just nodded and walked past while Laura checked out his ass.

Watson had set Brandon up at the salon and each week he received reports from the gals about his charge’s behavior. Marsha, a drop-dead gorgeous black girl in her mid 20s, operated the tanning salon where Brandon went each week. Watson loved for Brandon’s tan lines to show when the heels yanked his silky trunks.

“Do you have your suit?” Marsha asked and giggled. No matter how many times this (she had to admit handsome) white boy came in, it never failed to amuse her. Imagine a black man subjecting himself to this humiliation.

“Yes, Marsha.”

Brandon opened up his big gym bag and found the white bikini bottom Watson had him wear for the tanning sessions. As always he had to undress in front of Marsha, and pull the bikini up, adjust it on his ass and walk past her to the tanning booth. “Good girl,” Marsha said as Brandon climbed on. Bitch, he thought, though he was powerless to stop her. He stayed in there for 15 minutes on his stomach, then back, and when he got out Marsha said, “Good luck tonight, Brandon. We’ll all be watching!”

Andrea, a 30ish woman, handled the weekly shaving of Brandon’s ass and groin. Watson didn’t want any revolting hair visible to the crowd on closeups of his nuts or ass. Andrea patiently waited for Brandon to pull his bikini down and then carefully went about her work, making sure not to nick the little prick. She felt bad for the poor boy but only to a point. Anyone who let themselves get into this position didn’t deserve much sympathy. Plus, it was fun turning on the TV each week and seeing Brandon get tossed around like a ragdoll and know she had something to do with how good he looks getting pummeled. She liked talking to Brandon during the shaving, to try and get some insight about what happened to him but also, frankly, to tease him a bit.

“So, hon, when’s the last time you were with a girl?” Andrea asked as she lathered him up.

Brandon didn’t answer for several seconds and Andrea added, “Brandon, doll. You’re in a bad spot here. Number one, I’m holding a razor really, really close to your cock. But, secondly, if you don’t answer me I will report you to Watson. I don’t want to do that, I like you. But I will. Now, when’s the last time you were with a girl?”

“Ten months ago,” Brandon replied and just by thinking of the occasion he could remember the girl. Katie. 19, sophomore at school, so hot, and he could still remember what her pussy felt like. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Andrea held his soft cock and stroked it a bit as she made Brandon recount details from the night in question. As he felt himself getting hard she stopped and made it go down so she could move it around while shaving him.

“Do you ever get hard in your little pink panties you wear in the ring?” she asked next.

“Ma’am.”

“Brandon.”

“Y-y-y, yes ma’am. I have.”

“Awww, isn’t that cute. Do you like how they feel? The way they encase your little cock here. All silky and smooth? Do you like wearing them in front of pretty girls? I bet you do, don’t you, you little slut? Right! I bet you love prancing around like a little fag in front of the young girls. Or do you like doing it front of the boys? Wait! That’s it, isn’t it!”

Brandon felt tears coming down. The truth was he didn’t know why he got hard, or maybe it was everything she said. The humiliation, the friction on his cock, the pretty girls in the crowd laughing at him, the fact sometimes the heels’ fingers found his ass crack when they slammed him and yanked him around.

Andrea had Brandon turn over and shaved his ass crack. She could see evidence of Watson’s savagery from the night before.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said while carefully rubbing his crack. “Looks like someone had a fun night, huh? Did Watson make you his girl, Brandon?”

She could hear the sniffles and knew she was right but she wanted Brandon to say it. Christ, what was it about this kid — so good looking yet so pathetic — that brought out her motherly side but also her inner dominatrix? The gals talked about it often after Brandon left. It was just so much FUN to humiliate a man like this. He had no one to blame but himself. “Yes, Miss Andrea. He made me his girl.”

“Really? Or did he make you his bitch?”

“His bitch.”

“Thought so.”

Andrea finished her work and watched as Brandon stepped back into his yellow panties and put away his white bikini bottom. God knew what else was in that bag. “Have a good day, Brandon. I’ll be watching!”

With that he walked out with his shoulders slumped, past the grinning receptionist.

“See you next week!” she said.

Noon: TOUGH GUY WRESTLING SCHOOL: WHERE ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE read the outside of the building. Inside, one of the top wrestling schools in the area operated and today Watson had set it up so the 10 students would get their very own jobber boy to work over, a few weeks into their training. The head trainer, former Moondog Rex, eagerly agreed with Watson that it’d be a great experience for the students to try any and all moves against the sissy jobber. They still weren’t totally sure of themselves and he didn’t want any of them hurting each other, accidentally or otherwise. So why not let a jobber take the punishment.

Brandon walked in and found the 10 wrestlers, 8 guys and two women, gathered around the ring, already in their training gear.

“Um, where’s the locker room,” Brandon wondered and Rex told him, “Jobbers don’t get privacy boy. Just put your bag on that bench right there, get your trunks and boots on and get your fucking ass in this ring before I throw it in there.”

Brandon should have known. He walked over to the bench about 10 feet from the group and started pulling off his shirt, and shoes. He hesitated before taking down his shorts, not wanting the group to see first his yellow panties and then his little, freshly shaved cock. But he did it and heard the snickers and wolfwhistle from one of the men. He made eye contact with one of the girls, a tough looking latina, and could see the contempt in her eyes. He stood there nude now, looking for the most dreaded garment in his whole wardrobe: his pink jobber wrestling trunks that Watson had cursed him with. Every match he pulled them on and got beaten and abused in them. How often he’d felt them yanked up his ass by a cruel heel in front of a laughing crowd. Now he searched for them in his bag and…where the fuck were they? He packed them, right? He tossed aside his white boots, his white kneepads, the bikini bottom he wore to the salon, some water bottles and other shit. But where the fuck were the trunks? He felt his breathing increase and Moondog asked, “What’s wrong, boy?” Brandon could feel, no, not now, but, yes, he could feel tears coming as he looked for the fucking trunks. finally the other female wrestler, Jennifer, a 19-year-old brunette, who’d been watching with sympathy at the poor boy, went over and offered to help. He seemed so helpless and needy and she felt matronly toward him.

“Hey there,” she said

Through sniffles, Brandon replied, “Hi.”

“Looking for your trunks? Let me help there, maybe I can find them.”

Brandon relinquished the bag and covered up his cock with his hands, as if Jennifer hadn’t already seen the little baby jobber cock shriveled and shorn. Incredibly, she found them in two seconds and pulled the trunks out of the bag. “There we go!” She seemed so happy, Brandon thought and he was grateful for her discovery. But still…the humiliation was too much and the tears flowed.

“Okay, okay,” Jennifer said. “It’s okay. Let’s get you into them, all right?”

Jennifer held the pink trunks open and let Brandon step into them and then helped the helpless jobber pull them up his smooth legs and over his little dick. As she situated them and adjusted the wedgie on his ass, Brandon mumbled, “Thanks,” and she said, “No problem.”

“All right, ladies, if you’re down over there, get in the fucking ring, Brandon.”

After putting his boots and kneepads on, Brandon did just that and then watched as Rex and his 10 wrestlers also gathered. Brandon found himself breathing heavily as he faced the big group, all of them looking eager to beat the shit out of him, with the exception of his trunks savior Jennifer, who still looked sympathetic.

“Let’s open with some clotheslines, shall we?”

Rex had each student whip Brandon into the ropes and deliver a clothesline to his neck, or chest. One student, a fat guy named Jerry, who wasn’t the most agile or talented student, came in too high with his arm and sent Brandon tumbling by smacking him directly in the nose. Brandon shook the cobwebs and came to the center of the ring.

“All right. Let’s go over the backbreaker again, all right?” Rex said. He grabbed Brandon’s hair and pulled him up to his feet. Effortlessly he put his hand through Brandon’s crotch and planted his hand on the jobber’s tight, pink-clad ass. “You all remember how to scoop someone up for  a slam.” The students stared as the fat-ass Moondog kept his large paw on Brandon’s ass. None of the students would ever let themselves be in this position, they told themselves. What a fucking pussy. “Get your hand situated and then lift.”

Rex scooped Brandon up like a child and held him in his arms as Brandon’s legs kicked helplessly. Moondog gripped the trunks at Brandon’s crack and pulled down a bit on the trunks, revealing the top of Brandon’s ass crack to the students. “Now, it’s up to you how you want to hold your opponent. I like to clutch the trunks and pull down and give the crowd a bit of a show. It establishes some dominance over your foe and he knows you have complete power over him. Pull the trunks down a bit and walk him around.” Moondog did just that, pretending a crowd was outside the ring. Finally he dropped to his knee and dropped Brandon over it, bringing out a cry of pain from the jobber. A jobber’s scream: What a beautiful sound. He bent Brandon back over his knee and held him there, pushing down on his chest to make the pain even worse.

“Now you can keep him here for as long as you please. Really draw out the pain, drain them of their energy and will to live. And the crowd, believe me, loves hearing jobber screams.”

Rex shamelessly discarded the jobber, who stayed on his stomach rubbing his back.

Rex had three of the students imitate the maneuver and each one took their sweet time with Brandon on their knee. He thought his spine might snap as one of the students overzealously pushed down on his chest and bent him nearly in half. When one of the students held him aloft, the guy stuck his finger nearly through Brandon’s crack while controlling him and the student felt his own boner rise as he manhandled the pussy jobber in front of his fellow students.

“Get on your feet, fag,” Rex yelled and Brandon slowly rose.

“All right, Jennifer, why don’t you execute a suplex on your boyfriend here.”

Oh no, Brandon thought. He somehow thought maybe he wouldn’t have to be beaten up by the girl who’d been so kind to him a short time ago. Jennifer herself seemed a bit hesitant as she felt pity for poor boy. But the fact was, being a pro wrestler had been her dream since childhood and she knew students had to listen to instructors at the camp. So she walked over in front of Brandon as Rex said, “Why don’t we soften him up with a kick first, huh, Jen?”

Brandon tried preparing himself, but was still shocked when the sweet girl delivered a swift boot to his stomach and bent him over, leaving him gasping. Like she’d learned, Jen hooked Brandon’s arm over his neck and grasped the silky pink trunks she’d helped the jobber climb into a few moments earlier. She really grasped them and gave them a light tug, giving herself some leverage. “That’s it, Jen,” Rex said. “Get a hold of those panties and lift him up.” Before Brandon could react, Jen crouched and lifted Brandon up for a vertical suplex, showing impressive strength for a smaller female wrestler. Brandon went high in the air and crashing down. “Good job!” Rex roared as Jen stood up over the prone jobber. “Yes!” she thought to herself. She’d struggled with the suplex a week earlier but now executed it perfectly. What the hell, she thought. Let’s do it again. She gently grabbed Brandon’s hair — no need being too rough — and brought him to his feet. “come on. Just one more. It’s okay.” She again hooked Brandon’s trunks, and admitted to herself it felt good to grasp them and again yanked him up and over.

“Chrissy, why don’t we do some out of the ring action. Throw that jobber outside the ring.” This time the Latina student, who did not hold any sympathy for the pathetic piece of meat laying in pink in the ring, strolled toward Brandon. She reached into the front of his trunks and pulled up on the front waistband. “Ugghgh” Brandon moaned as he stood up. With Brandon on his feet, she switched hands and pulled up on the rear of the trunks, yanking the trunks into an instant wedgie before sprinting toward the ropes and throwing him OVER the top.

“Holy shit,” Marcus, one of the top male students, said.

So far, they’d only thrown each other in between the ropes, never over, as Rex told them the move was banned in many federations. But fuck it, this was a jobber. Brandon landed with a thud on the concrete floor outside the ring and fixed the wedgie, quickly removing the trunks out of both sides of his ass. The students all stepped through the ropes and to the floor as REx narrated and told tales of some of his exploits outside the ring. There’s something dangerous, feral, when you go outside the ring, he explained. No one knows what to expect. And it’s right up close with the crowd so the fans go nuts when a jobber is sprawled in front of them. You can take them in the crowd and beat them up in front of everyone. You can use a chair, a bottle, a purse, you can use a table or throw them into an announcer if you want. Everything is at play.

“Steven, take this jobber and do some damage. Use your surroundings, take advantage of everything at your disposal. The crowd WANTS to see this fag destroyed. Give them what they want and be creative.”

With that Steven, wearing biker shorts and a T-shirt, a stark contrast to Brandon in his pink spandex prison, strolled forward, a permanent smirk planted on his face. At 6-6, Steven easily manhandled the 220-pound Brandon, pulling him up by his hair and scooping him up for a bodyslam on the concrete. Bringing him back to his feet, Steven took a hold of the jobber’s hair and marched him over to a set of free weights in the corner. This time he slammed him onto the bench part of the bench press and started choking the  jobber. Brandon thought the student might go to far and prayed for the equally insane instructor to call off the dog but finally Steven relented. With Brandon’s chest heaving up and down, Steven picked up a 10-pound weight and dropped it onto the kid’s stomach.

“Oooh, that’s good. Creative!” Rex yelled. Steven briefly left his victim and walked over to pick up a folding chair near the ring. Bringing it back to the weights, he waited patiently for Brandon to stand before delivering a blow directly to the top of the jobber’s head. Jennifer winced as she saw the jobber fall. She was all for learning how to beat up a jobber but she didn’t want the poor boy maimed. Surely concussed, Brandon was powerless as Steven frogmarched him back over to the group. He bent Brandon over and stuck his head between his legs. “Piledriver time, boy.”

with that Rex finally stepped in. Through his haze, Brandon said a thanks that someone was going to prevent this fucking idiot from piledriving him onto the concrete. “This is a really dangerous move,” Rex said. “REally dangerous. But to add to the humiliation, Steve, don’t forget to give those trunks a yank up his ass first to give the crowd something extra to pop at.”

Steven grinned and grabbed the waistband of the fairy’s trunks and pulled up, putting the trunks into an obscene thong. He left him like that to give the students and REx a good look at the jobber’s ass. Brandon had no chance to pick the wedgie and had to stand there, his legs now shaking as he remained bent over, waiting for the inevitable. Finally, Steven lifted Brandon up, held him in prime piledriver position for about 5 seconds and then fell to the ground. The students saw Brandon’s head hit the concrete and his neck bend at a bad angle. “Jesus,” one student said. “That’s fucking hot.” Brandon’s leg quivered involuntarily as Steven stood up and admired his handiwork. He kicked the jobber’s shoulder to make sure he wasn’t dead and was rewarded with a moan from the prone jobber.

Rex wandered over and with Brandon’s trunks still lodged up his ass, accentuated the wedgie by firing him back under the ring. Finally, Brandon adjusted his trunks and by the time the students gathered back, they were again covering both cheeks. However long that would last.

With a round tub of lard called Ferndandez, who looked like King Kong Bundy and JErry Blackwell’s lovechild, Rex had Brandon experience various squashes. First he let Fernandez toss Brandon into the corner and squash him, followed by Brandon being laid out in his back while Ferndandez leaped in the air and came crashing down onto the kid’s ribs. “Caaaan’t breathe,” Brandon muttered as the fat-ass laid on him and Rex just said, “Yeah, that’s sort of the point.”

Rex eventually put Brandon into a tree of woe in the corner and left him hanging as he discussed various scientific facts about human anatomy. Like, how the blood rushes to the head if a person is kept upside down for an extended time and how that makes them lightheaded. Real advanced stuff. During the entire lecture Brandon tried kicking his way down but Rex had masterfully hooked his foot in the turnbuckle and Brandon eventually gave up and waited for the punishment. Cruelly, Rex ordered each student, all 10, to make full runs at Brandon’s splayed corpse and crush him with a knee to the abdomen and ribs. Each student did it with vigor, though Jennifer tried holding up at the last second to lessen the blow. Instead Rex made her do it again “so that pussy will fucking feel it, Jennifer. Unless you want to join him hanging there.” She followed orders and came in with the most bone crushing blow of them all. Brandon’s entire stomach and sides turned red from the punishment before Rex finally released him and took him by the boots while dragging him to the center of the ring.

“Now, ring strategy,” he intoned. “You’ve got a jobber who’s been beaten within an inch of his life. Pull him into the center like this and let everyone see. Taunt the crowd a bit. They’re cheering for this babyface fag and think you’re the mean heel. Soak that up. Lean over the ropes and tell some hot chick in the first row how you’re gonna fuck this kid up in the ring. Then,” Rex continued as he walked to Brandon, “do something fun to totally drain him, like this.” With that Rex slapped a devastating camel clutch onto the brown-haired jobber, yanking back while Brandon’s screams filled the school. “Puuuuul back,” Rex said while doing just that. Brandon’s face contorted grotesquely and even some of the students worried about Rex paralyzing the pathetic pussy in the ring. Rex finally released it and again had each student take his or her turn at the camel clutch. With each one he told them just how to position their hands on the jobber’s chin when they yanked back. Each time after one finished Brandon buried his head in the mat, praying, hoping, Rex would call off his students. He never did.

After he gave the students a break for lunch, Rex made sure Brandon remained on display, tying him up into the ropes. As an added indignity, he pulled the jobber’s trunks down to his thighs, leaving him exposed to all as they ate their brown-bag lunches and gossiped about where they’d be partying that night and who was fucking who and who was going to get a contract to the big leagues or an indy federation. Rex force fed the fag a bit of his own sandwich and threw some water down his throat. Jobber hydration can never be underestimated.

To finish his students’ time with the real-life jobber, Rex ordered two of his top guys, a pair of brothers named Mike and Mark, to use Brandon in a tag team squash, making it so Brandon was the jobber who inevitably plays the role of the one pussy who takes the brunt of the punishment. There would be no tags for Brandon. Rex knew Watson was grooming Mike and Mark to be a real tough tag team in WCW and they had already displayed great chemistry against their fellow students. Now he wanted them to do it against the real thing.

As Brandon wearily stood in the ring with Mike, as the other students gathered around the ring apron, he thought to himself, Fuck this. Yeah, this guy is built like a brick shithouse and he’s being groomed to be a star but I still have some ability. Maybe I can show these fuckers a thing or two and they’ll know I’m not a complete pussy.

Mike interrupted his fantasy by strolling toward him, grasping his throat with his hand and effortlessly lifting the jobber into the air.. Brandon couldn’t believe the vice grip around his throat and he felt everything going black as the young student grinned into his face and saw Brandon’s bulging eyes. With disdain, Mike threw Brandon to the mat and turned to his students and did a little strut. He collected his victim, raised him to his feet and pointed to his brother Mark in the corner, who raised his boot to the top rope as Mike sprinted forward with Brandon and rammed him face-first into the size 14 weapon. “Nice teamwork, boys, keep it up,” Rex said from the outside.

Both Mark and Mike enjoyed high-impact moves and Mark softened Brandon up with a series of suplexes, some of which he still operated a bit awkwardly, everything from a belly-to-back, to a belly-to-belly to, finally, a slingshot suplex where he yanked Brandon by the pink trunks, dropped him leg first onto the ropes and then fell back. “Please, stop,” Brandon said, the daylong punishment finally getting the best of him.

“Never,” Mark said as he tagged in his bro. The two whipped Brandon into the ropes and Mike greeted him with a pure punch right to the gut, which doubled Brandon over in the center of the ring. Next, Mark hit him with a perfect DDT and covered him for a mock pin. One-two…and yanked him up before self-slapping the mat for a three-count.

Now the brothers wanted to work on their finishing  maneuver, which was impressive for guys with little real-time mat experience. Mike hooked Brandon’s arm and grabbed his trunks, lifted him and slowly walked him over to a turnbuckle, putting him in position for a superplex. At the same time, Mark artfully climbed to the top rope and waited for his brother to deliver the jobber to the center of the ring. Brandon tried fighting off the inevitable but Mike quelled the uprising with a hard punch to the face, a blow that he should have delivered with a bit more grace if this was a match against a friend, but it was a jobber so who gave a fuck. Rex had told them plenty of stories of working stiff on jobber boys. Again grabbing Brandon by the trunks, he pulled off a superplex. Before Brandon could even gather himself, Mark’s 270 pounds came crashing down from the top rope, nearly crushing the young unfortunate babyface. Now, mercifully, Mike counted to three as his brother covered him. The students ringside all cheered and climbed back into the ring to slap the back of their compadre.

Rex congratulated the whole class on a good day and then ended it with one more lesson. Post-match humiliation. He explained how sometimes you’ll slap a jobber around, sometimes you’ll hog-tie the faggot. Sometime you might jam some money down his throat. Or, maybe you handcuff them. With that he pulled out some cuffs and had Mike slap them on. “Do it behind his back,” Rex said. “I always think it’s a bit sexier to see a jobber in ridiculous trunks with his hands cuffed behind him instead of front or to the ropes. Makes him totally vulnerable.” Brandon groaned as he felt Mike put him into bondage. He prayed this was the end, but…Jennifer….the girl who seemingly cared for him, who had showed him compassion and a tad of mercy, had other ideas. “Um, Rex. I just had one idea. I feel terrible for it and I don’t want to hurt him. But…” “What is it, kid?” Rex asked. “Well, I’ve seen guys cuffed like this but I’ve never seen someone who’s handcuffed behind their back get thrown over the top rope. It seems like it could be a great show for the crowd and get a good pop. He will have NOTHING to break his fall.” Brandon looked up through a daze at Jennifer and shook his head. He thought she liked him. But he’d forgotten the most basic lesson, that jobbers, no matter how attractive, no matter how witty, no matter how book smart, are there to be used and abused by heels. Rex couldn’t believe little perky Jen had come up with such a devious idea.

“I love it,” the scraggly Moondog said. “Fucker might break his neck on the fall, but let’s do it. And Jen….why don’t you do the honors.”

Given the green light, Jen walked over and put one hand on Brandon’s hair — god, it was sexy hair, she thought to herself, as she felt her pussy get a bit wet at the humiliation this kid was undergoing — and one hand on the rear of his trunks. Slowly, almost lovingly, she coaxed the jobber to his feet while lifting up on his trunks and bringing them up his ass while her classmates cheered. She held him on his feet for several seconds, making sure her hands were cinched both on his hair and his trunks. She knew she’d have to get a lot of momentum to fire him over since he’d be a bit of dead weight with no arms. Finally she sprinted toward the ropes. Brandon felt himself being propelled forward, helpless to do anything as the trunks lodged up his ass. It felt like someone rushing a victim toward a cliff they’re going to throw them off. He could do nothing to prevent it with his hands secured tightly behind his back. He was a used, shackled, wedgied pussy and now, oh god, he was flying over the top rope. The whole class watched as Jen flung the jobber over the top rope and he landed nearly headfirst onto the concrete, instead absorbing most of the blow on his shoulder. His screams echoed through the school. Jen looked a bit worried as she made sure Brandon was still alive and Rex slapped her on the back. As the tears ran down his face, Brandon finally felt Rex undo his cuffs, slap him a bit to bring him to his senses, pull the wedgie out of his ass and then tell him, “Thanks for the work, boy. Don’t be late to that TV taping.”

4 p.m.: Brandon stood in front of his locker, still clothed, when Watson wandered in. “Hey, boy, got good reports on you from the salon and Rex. Glad you behaved yourself. Sounds like you got put through the ringer a bit.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, just wanted to get you ready for tonight.” Watson laughed and Brandon felt his stomach clench. He never knew until he showed up at the arena who he’d face.

“Buzz Sawyer.”

The two words struck fear into every jobber’s heart in WCW. Unpredictable, mean, cruel, fearless, a bully, Sawyer had long been a madman. But in the past month he’d taken on an even more vicious persona under the tutelage of his new manager, Missy Hyatt. Beauty and the Beast the announcers called them. Rumor was they were fucking in real life but in the ring they were a dangerous pair regardless. She loved seeing the maniacal Sawyer beat up on jobbers and the pair had left carnage strewn across the South. Sawyer, for his part, got off on manhandling babyfaces and jobbers, good looking boys, in front of Missy. WCW was gearing him up for a run at heavyweight champ Ricky Steamboat, and in the meantime they were making him out to be the most dangerous man in all of wrestling. Which he was.

Brandon had avoided having to face him so far. That would change today.

Watson stayed by as Brandon stripped. the promoter checked out the shaved groin and ass and deemed him fit for battle. Even after all these years, and all the jobbers he’d taken in and destroyed, he still got off watching them pull on their gear. The way Brandon stepped into the pink trunks and pulled them up. The way he adjusted his tiny jobber cock in the front and situated the trunks on his ass, even though both men knew they’d soon be lodged up his crack in front of a live studio audience and millions of TV viewers. Watson admired Brandon’s body as the boy pulled on his white kneepads and white boots and sat down to tie them. God, he could do this all day, Watson thought to himself before realizing, well, that’s actually what he did.

“Five minutes, boy.”

Five minutes later Brandon stood in a corner of the ring in the cramped TBS studios, looking out at the audience that only went about four rows deep. It was so intimate, everyone so close, the TV cameras right there. He tried slowing his breathing and coming up with a strategy. He knew he was in for pain and humiliation. No one worked stiffer than Sawyer, no one enjoyed humiliating jobbers as much. And the fact it would all be happening in front of Missy Hyatt…oh god. Missy Hyatt. He’d had a crush on her for years growing up watching wrestling but never thought he’d be in this position. He fantasized in the past about fucking her but now he’d be at her mercy as everyone knew she loved releasing the madman inside Sawyer but, if she felt like it, could also call him off before he did permanent damage to jobbers. Why couldn’t he have a normal life? Why?

And now…here came Hyatt, dressed in tight black pants, a tight black shirt, her tits bulging out. She slowly walked to the ring, followed by Sawyer, also dressed in black, simple black trunks like a young Mike Tyson. “Ruff. Ruff. Ruff.Ruff.” Oh christ, was he barking? He was. Sawyer circled the ring, staring at the crowd, daring any one of them to make a move on him. The announcers Tony Schiavone and Jim Ross watched the show and as the camera zoomed in on Brandon said, “I would not envy this youngster, Brandon Boyd. He is in for a long day with the maniac Buzz Sawyer.”

Finally Sawyer climbed in as Hyatt rubbed his shoulders one last time before jumping down to the studio floor. Brandon nervously walked to the center of the ring and Sawyer just stood there, not making any move. Confused, but sensing an opportunity, Brandon fired himself off the ropes and delivered a hard elbow, right to Sawyer’s face. Sawyer reacted as if a gnat had hit him. No emotion, nothing. Again Brandon fired himself off the ropes and this time he hit him with a perfectly executed drop kick. Sawyer started laughing. Was this man impervious to pain, Brandon wondered.

The small crowd liked the kid’s pluckiness and started chanting, “Go Brandon, go! Go Brandon, go!” Emboldened, Brandon tried one more time to fire himself off the ropes. This time he went for a flying cross body block and leaped into Sawyer. Surely he couldn’t withstand 220 pounds of force hitting him. Instead Sawyer caught him as if Brandon was nothing but a foul pop up on the baseball diamond. Brandon now found himself trapped in Sawyer’s clutches and, as he had earlier at the school, felt Sawyer’s hand draped on his ass. Inevitably, Sawyer pulled down on the back of Brandon’s trunks, but instead of just revealing the very top of the jobber’s crack, he almost pulled down the entire back of the trunks. As he carried Brandon from side to side he could hear the crowd popping. He caught the eye of a group of teenage girls in the front row who started hitting each other’s elbow as they saw the jobber’s ass. “Sawyer humiliating the youngster,” Ross intoned, “And we apologize to you viewers at home for this display.” Finally Sawyer lifted Brandon into a military press and with one hand held him there. Outside the ring, Hyatt cheered and whooped and reached her hand down to rub herself just a bit. God, watching this fucking insane man destroy hot shot frat boys was the best thing going in life right now. Sawyer pressed Brandon like a barbell, once, twice, three times and Brandon’s trunks were now firmly lodged inside his ass. Sawyer finished the move with a devastating backbreaker on his knee and Brandon rolled around on the mat.

Now Buzz’s inner animal came out. The Mad Dog rolled to Brandon and started biting his forehead. The pain seared through Brandon. Imagine the tiniest bite and how much it hurts. Now imagine a man without boundaries chomping down on your forehead. He tried kicking the heel off but it was pointless. If Sawyer wanted to eat him from head to toe, he would do just that. Finally he let go and followed with a series of headbutts, delivered while on his hands and knees. Boom, boom, the man apparently felt no pain. Brandon rolled around trying to escape but there was no way to go. When he heard a woman in the crowd, “Fix your damn wedgie, idiot,” Brandon realized his trunks were still a thong and he reached back, in full view of the cameras, crowd and Missy, and weakly adjusted them, though they still rode high up in the rear.

Sawyer finally got to his feet and with Brandon on his back, lifted the jobber’s legs. The crowd knew he’d kick the jobber in the stomach, but Brandon feared something much worse. He could see there was an insanity in Sawyer’s eyes. And Sawyer did indeed bring his right black boot down onto Brandon’s nuts. He nearly vomited on the spot and he heard Missy give a war whoop outside. “Make those fucking balls worthless for the rest of her life,” she thought to herself. “This is just brutal by the madman,” Schiavone said.

Without shame, Brandon rolled around on the mat clutching his balls and, inexplicably, he heard himself say, “Mommy.” Sawyer took a second before realizing what he’d said and then laughed in the ring. The jobber fag was calling for his mommy. He’d been totally broken, regressed, beaten down to a point where he wanted his mommy to come rescue him. How cute. He wished this fag’s mommy did show up. He’d suplex her, slap a camel clutch on her and then fuck her ass. In front of her son.

Instead he picked Brandon up by the hair and spit into his ear, “Mommy can’t save you. God can’t save you.” He reached between Brandon’s legs and grasped him by those aching balls and held him like that for a few seconds before dropping him stomach first onto his right knee.

“Buzz! Buzz!” Sawyer looked out at his manager and heard her say, “Throw that faggot at my feet.” With that Buzz yanked Brandon by the trunks and fired him through the ropes, dumping him right at Missy’s five-inch heels. She leaned down and grasped the jobber by the cheeks. “How’s it feel jobber boy? How’s it feel to have  a real man dominate you in front of millions? You like that faggot? I bet you do, don’t you?” The cameras couldn’t pick up everything she said as Ross said, “Missy Hyatt really laying into this kid.”

Hyatt stood up and ruthlessly stuck her right heel into the jobber’s open mouth. “Suck it you faggot,” she said and Brandon did his best, tasting the dirt and gunk that had gathered on Hyatt’s heel. She raised it up and down, like a big cock, and slid it into the fag’s mouth, all while the cameras rolled and the crowd did its best to cheer on the defeated jobber. She pulled her foot out and delivered one more slap to Brandon’s face. Seconds later, Sawyer leaped from the apron and came crashing down with a vicious knee, right to Brandon’s head, concussing him. “He could have killed this kid!” Schiavone said and for once he wasn’t exaggerating. Sawyer loved performing in this studio because everything was so tight. He pulled Brandon to his feet and walked over to the podium. There he bodyslammed the kid onto it, destroying the cheap podium as the announcers scrambled away and wondered to the national TV Audience why the announcer wasn’t doing something to stop this deranged man. All of it was building heat for Sawyer’s eventual run at Ricky Steamboat, but part of Jim Ross actually was wondering if Sawyer was going too far. He just seemed to enjoy the bullying and humiliation so damn much.

With Brandon laying in the tattered remains of the podium, Missy came over and kicked him around his entire body, starting at his hed, going to his shoulders, ribs, legs, feet and back the other side. Tenderizing the jobber meat just a tad. Her panties were so wet from the entire display she was counting down the seconds until she could get back to the locker room and take care of business. Sawyer pulled Brandon by the hair, dragging him across the concrete by his brown locks, like a caveman with his bitch. Now with two hands on Brandon’s hair, he lifted the jobber up in an amazing display of strength and planted the jobber back onto the ring apron. Brandon felt like his entire hair had been ripped off but it was all there.

Sawyer was now ready to finish Brandon off. He threw him into the ropes and caught him in a perfect powerslam, rotating with amazing efficiency and practically driving Brandon through the mat. He could have counted to 100 right there. Instead, he left his pink clad jobber in the center of the ring and climbed to the top rope. Showing the balance of a cat, he just stood there for a good 15 seconds, soaking in the stunned looks of the crowd. Finally he jumped and flew through the air, bringing his full weight onto Brandon’s body. For the second time that day, Brandon was the victim of a flying squash from the top rope. Only Sawyer had a twist. He did it in all four corners. By the fourth one, cameras picked up blood coming out of Brandon’s mouth. He felt like his insides had been ground to dust. “There could be some internal bleeding here from this youngster,” Ross said and you didn’t have to be a doctor to realize he was right. Buzz saw this as well and swiped his hand through the blood and wiped it on his opponent’s face, a crimson mask of humiliation. Mercifully he let the ref count to three.

After the victory, Missy climbed back into the ring and they went through their act of her trying to pull her madman off the prone jobber. Sawyer refused and again started biting the kid in the face as he continued to gargle up blood. “Someone stop this,” Ross said but if he polled the locker room he’d find no takers. Finally Missy got him to relent. Now she sat on Brandon’s chest, lowered herself into his face and said, “You are a fucking faggot and not a real man, Brandon Boyd. This is your fucking life. Forever. Don’t you forget it.” With her speech concluded, she let a long drop of spit fall onto Brandon’s face, coating him in her slime as it mixed with his own blood. He again muttered, “Mommy,” and this time it was Missy’s turn to laugh as she stood up. Before exiting, she gave one more kick….right to Brandon’s nuts.

7 p.m.: Brandon, in great pain, walked into his apartment. The doctor at the arena had checked him out and found no internal damage. Called him fit for duty. The day played over in his head and he knew this day would be repeated over and over and over. He plopped down on his ratty couch. He couldn’t even turn on the TV to watch sports or a show. He could watch his jobber tapes if he wanted. Instead he just closed his eyes and tried getting a bit of sleep. But first he leaned over and hit play on his answering machine.

“Hey, boy,” and he heard Watson’s deep voice. “Just wanted you to know, I know you probably want to get home, crawl into your little bed and go to sleep but you better be ready by 9 because I’m coming over again. And you’ve got a long night in front of you, jobber.”

The recording ended and Brandon cried into his pillow. He managed to drift to sleep, woken up by a key in his apartment door and the voice of Watson again. “Your night’s just beginning, faggot.”

A Thorn On My Side

Title: A Thorn On My Side
Author: Niro Claudio
Link: http://www.mcstories.com/Thorns/index.html


Part 1 

David

My life so far was all dreaming. Not only was I gay, but I was shy and deeply closeted. No one would have accused me of being overly macho, but no one thought I was gay either. Maybe if people knew I could get on with my life and look for someone who was gay also. As life goes I would graduate in a month and start working in the family business. I was going to be stuck in this small town for ever where all my frustrations would build…

But I was talking about the dreaming. Dreaming of the guys in my class who seemed liked gods to me. I would stare and I would stare. I made sure to stare at them from a distance and only when they were with their girlfriends. My friends would make fun of me for staring but they thought it was the girls I checking out, but it wasn’t. I was checking out Matt, Jesse, Devon and above all Chad.

So that’s how it was for years. My story begins with me, David Keller, filling in for my dad in the family’s retail plant nursery called “The Purple Flower”. It was a quiet Monday afternoon when the aforementioned Jesse walked in. My first thought was ‘yay’ my second one was who the hell am I going to keep from ogling him.

I guess this is where I should describe Jesse. He’s 5′ 11″, with light brown hair that run smooth and shined. Not long, but not short either. I loved to see it get longer. It would fall to his eyes, cover his ears. Nut he never let it stay that way. His face was adorable, smooth skin, cute thin lips, a perfect nose. His body, well he was always wore baggy clothes, but from the little I got to glance in changing rooms he had a thin body, hairless, a bit muscled, just enough to give him small nice pecs. As for his personality he was actually a nice guy, just caught up in his own little world. He never said a mean thing to me. Not surprisingly since he never talked to me at all.

So this Jesse just came strolling through looked around and came up to me.

“Hi David, so I’m looking a present for my girlfriend. It’s our 4 month anniversary. I forgot the three month one and was lucky to she forgave me. So I’m thinking something in the 20 dollar area, something nice, with flowers. Can you think of something? David?”

I was in a bit of a daze. It must have been more than a year since he last spoke to me, and that was because he needed to borrow a pencil (which he never returned). Obviously he knew my name we were in the same class since my family moved here 5 years ago, but it was still weird how he acted like he always talks to me. So it took me a few seconds to get my bearing. I must have looked dumb.

“Yea, I think I can show you some stuff.”

I showed him some of the options in his price range. Took him around and chatted like it was normal. Maybe it was, but it didn’t feel like that to me. He was nice, but disappointed in what I showed him. He couldn’t spend too much but he wanted something good.

“I’ll check in the back, we have some new plants there.” The back of the nursery was bigger than the front, the show room for customers. And today it was filled with new plants we just got in and my dad didn’t have the time to go through. He followed me there and started looking around. I was checking the paperwork to see if I could get a clue about prices in case he wanted to buy something from here. And then came a crush from behind me.

When I found him he was trying to pick up a thorny little flower bush. The vase wasn’t broken but there was dirt everywhere. “I’m so sorry, I tried tilting it so I could get a better look at the flowers but I didn’t expect the prick of the thorns. I’ll help you clean this, really.”

‘Great’ I thought, ‘Just what I needed.’

“Listen, just stand over in the corner and don’t move!”

I was pissed at the extra work, and pissed that I just got so angry with this nice hot guy. He moved a side and I started working clearing everything. I was almost done when I heard the front door open and close. I thought it was probably Jesse leaving but then I heard people inside. So I quickly went to the front. It was an elderly couple they looked around and then bought a few things for their yard. I was distracted thinking about where Jesse went to. He wasn’t here and I didn’t see him in the back.

After the couple left I went back there to finish. Only then as I carefully looked around I saw Jesse standing in the corner silently. ‘Has he been standing there for the last twenty minutes?’ I thought.

I came toward him. “What are you doing?”

He was standing still and not talking. He didn’t even turn his head my way.

“What’s wrong?” I was getting worried, and he still didn’t say anything. “What are you doing, talk to me.”

Suddenly he opened his mouth. “I can’t move.”

“What do you mean you can’t move?”

“I walked over here stood still and then I couldn’t move. I have been trying to move all along but I couldn’t, I couldn’t even talk.”

I didn’t get it, was this his idea of a practical joke? “Well, you’re talking now aren’t you?”

“Yes I can now, but I still can’t move. I don’t know why I can talk now.” He was sounding frantic. This was either true or he was a great actor.

“OK, just calm down. Let me think for a minute. How did you say this started?”

“I came to stand here after you told me to stand in the corner. Oh, I guess I am standing in the corner. That’s weird, ha.” What was weirder he didn’t seem that worried any more, he seemed calmer.

Realization struck me. Could it be? I told him to calm down and he did. And I told him to go stand in the corner. Did I tell him not to move? I might have. But then why did he start talking all of a sudden? Oh, I said ‘Talk to me.’ Wait a minute, this doesn’t make sense. This kind of thing doesn’t happen. He probably is playing an elaborate practical joke on me. Or is this real?
“I get it. You have to do everything I tell you. Is that it?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Move freely.”

Just like that he started walking. He walked toward me shocked.

Jesse

I couldn’t believe it. He told me to move and I did. I was stuck there for what felt like an hour but was probably less. It was terrible. I could see this David cleaning and then walking out front. I kept trying to move and shout out but I couldn’t. I had no control. It was like being a prisoner in my own body. Then after he noticed me I could at least talk, but in a way that was worse. I didn’t get it then but I talked because he told me to talk. He really did control me. At least now he let me go. Did he do this on purpose?

“How did you control like that?”

“I have no Idea.” Ha said. He sounded genuine. And he looked confused by all this too.

I couldn’t think. My hands were hurting. I looked down and saw they were bleeding.

“How did that happen?” he asked.

“I got pricked by those thorns in that plant.”

He looked back to that plant and went to it. He was reading the label on it when I realized this was enough for me and started walking outside. He looked up and said “Stay here.”

I ignored him, but when I reached the door I stopped. I couldn’t seem to make myself get out of the room. What the hell. “Don’t tell me what to do.” I yelled.

“This is some kind of new cross breed. They took this rare beautiful but vulnerable plant and crossed it in a lab with a species that’s very strong. I think something in the thorns did this to you.”

I should have been frantic. I was before, wasn’t I? Then he told me to calm down, and things seemed not as bad.

He kept talking. “I read once about substances that make people suggestible. But I think even then they just make hypnosis easier.” He looked at me for a second. “Are you just screwing with me?”

“No, I’m not!”

“Jump!”

And I did jump. “Stop it. Damn you!”

Where before he had a confused look on his face now there was a small smile. “Take your shirt off and do a hundred pushups.”

I couldn’t believe it. What is this kid doing. I started shouting at him as I found myself taking off my shirt. I was threatening him, I was talking shit about him. But I was also doing pushups. At some point I stopped talking, it was just hard to breath.

I was a bit out of breath when I stopped. Had I reached a hundred? I wasn’t counting. I sat down on the floor and put my hand to my head. He was watching me, glaring at me. And then I noticed had an erection under his pants.

Was this kid gay? He was in my class for years now and I knew nothing about him. He was just this chubby, quiet guy who hung out with some of the class nerds. I barely noticed him. I didn’t know he worked here, but when he was when I entered it made sense to talk to him. And now he was controlling me. And he was gay. I could handle gay people I wasn’t homophobic or nothing, but this guy just made me work out shirtless in front of him. What else will he do. I had to either reason my way out of this or fight my way out. This has gone far enough I decided I was fighting my way out.

He was still glaring at me with a smile. I jumped up and hit him with a fast punch. He fell to the floor and I run out. Or at least I tried. I stopped at the door again. I tried the back door but I couldn’t do it. God, he told me to stay here. I turned back to him.

David

Oh my god the pain. I was never punched like that. Why did he do that?

Well I guess he had a good reason. I definitely got carried away. I couldn’t believe my self. I told him to jump to see if he would. Then I thought that was too easy, I had to try something more. But getting him to take his shirt off was too much. I tried telling myself that it was so his shirt won’t get dirty, but that was a lie. I wanted to see him shirtless. And then the pushups, his muscles moving and shining with sweat. I knew he was mad, he was yelling, but I was transfixed by the moment. He was amazing. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell him to do more stuff but I was holding myself off. That would be wrong. So I was just stuck. I was so out of it I hardly noticed he moved till he punched me.

And now he was back on top of me, bending down mad. “Let me out of here.” He yelled, while lifting his hand threatening a second punch.

“Don’t hit me.” I said.

He moved his hand closer but stopped with an annoyed look on his face. He couldn’t hit me now.

He stood straight again and then he kicked me hard on the side. “I told you to stop selling me what to do. Now let me out of here.”

I thought for a second. “Don’t hurt me in any way from now on!” He looked very annoyed. “Now seat down on the floor.”

He sat down. “You can’t do this to me. People will find out, I’ll tell them. I don’t care if you’re gay, but you can’t do this.”

Damn, he knows I’m gay. Well, I did make him take his shirt off and now that I look I can see I have a major erection. It came down a bit when he punched me but not all the way and it was coming back strong. He was sitting there so handsome next to me and still shirtless.

“I didn’t do anything that bad. Come on. You punched and kicked me.”

“Fine than just…”

He was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening in the front room.

“David? Are you in the back?” it was my dad. Both of us turned and opened our mouths at the same time but I got my words out first. I was going on instinct at that second. I had to hurry and without thinking I knew what to say. “Don’t speak. Don’t ever tell anyone about me or what happened between us or anything that will happen. Don’t let anyone find out about any of it. Now get out of the back door quietly, stand by the dumpster outside and don’t move.”

That was a lot to say but I let it out quickly in a hushed tone. His eyes widened as he closed his mouth and got up. The back door was closing behind him just as my dad entered through the door to the front.

I sighed with relief as my dad came in. He was carrying two buckets of dirt and told me he had to park out front but he had more buckets he needed my help getting inside. I helped him carry everything inside.

“You’re bleeding from your nose.” He told me.

“I just hit my head on the door before.”

“Well you can go home now and rest.” I turned to the back door. “What’s this shirt on the floor here?” he asked.

“That,” I saw he was pointing at Jesse’s shirt, “That’s mine.”

As I walked outside with the shirt in hand I thought it was practically mine.

Jesse

Here I am again trapped in my own body, not able to move. What was I going to do. Obviously I couldn’t threaten him physically any more. God knows I tried a few times as we sat on the floor. I guess I can’t even threaten to tell anyone now. I wasn’t only trapped right now in my body, I am trapped by him. He could make me do anything. That thought scared me. But just before his last command to me he seemed sorry for what he did. This doesn’t seem like he planned it, maybe I can still talk my way out.

It was another ten minutes till David came in front of me outside.

“Move freely.”

I shuddered as I got control of my body back. “I’m leaving. Please don’t tell me anything.” I started walking away.

“Wait.”

Damn it. “What now?”

I turned to look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Here take your shirt.” He tossed me my shirt.

“Well I’m sorry I hit you than. Now please let me go away.”

“What?”

“I told you to move freely but before that I gave you the command not hurting me. So I want to know if you can hit me now you can move freely again.”

That was actually interesting. I didn’t want to hurt him now but I wanted to know if I could. I put my shirt back on. Then I came forward and tried to punch him in the arm but froze.

“I guess you can’t.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about, now can you let me go I am still ‘Waiting’ because you told me to.”

“Sorry there are a few more things I have to do.”

David

I opened the door of my truck. “Get in.”

What am I doing? I kept asking myself. I had a plan in mind, a small smart plan. Nothing was going to go wrong. Jesse won’t remember, so he won’t mind. Does that make it OK?

The thing was, as I was looking at him put his shirt back on I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing a huge opportunity. I have this hot guy at my complete control. How can I pass on this without doing something? I knew it had to do with the thorns of that plant, but I couldn’t be sure I could reproduce this situation. My god, just watching get into my truck on my command was turning me on.

First I gave him a test of my ability to erase his memory. I told him to remember a number I gave him. And if he wouldn’t remember he would get a slap on the head. I than told him that number and made him forget I told him.

“Well, what’s the number?”

“What do you mean? You didn’t give it to me yet.” He looked scared. “Come on let me go.” I told him he can’t leave the truck.

“I did tell you, you just forgot.” I playfully slapped him on the head. Not with any force. I doubt he minded, he probably just got panicked about me being able to make him forget stuff. But for me touching his hair was heaven. It was even softer than it looked.

I was driving to my house. Once there I ordered him to be silent and to follow me up to my room. No one else was home. My mom was away and my dad had a few more hours at work. Once in my room I turned to him.

“You can talk, but no yelling, and you can’t leave this room. Also you can’t go to the window.”

“Please David, don’t do this.” He was begging me. I felt sorry for him and almost backed down. But I reminded myself that as far as Jesse’s concerned nothing is happening here. Tomorrow he won’t have these memories, so it will be like nothing happened. It’s not like I’m going to do damage. I won’t even fuck him. And as I looked at him I started thinking how hard that promise would be to keep.

“Take off your clothes.” That did it. He started crying as he took all his clothes off.

His crying should have made me pity him, but his naked body was all I could think of. He was even better looking than I could have imagined. He did all he could to hide himself from me in my small room. He was with his back turned to me and his hands covering his ass.

“Put your hands up on your head and turn around slowly.” His bubble butt was so beautiful I couldn’t help reach and touch it. That made him jump and cry some more, but he continued to turn around as instructed.

His member was nice and surrounded by a fine light bush. I told him to stand still and begun my full exploration of my captive’s entire body. I grabbed his butt cheeks and then continued to knead them. I massaged his back, his pecs and his arms. I jiggled his balls and cock some.

He kept crying and begging and diverting his body away. I made it so he couldn’t walk away and he couldn’t hit me from before so he wasn’t frozen but his options were very limited. I could have frozen him. I even though about making him posable so I could move him to different poses, but I just loved feeling him move by himself. It made it feel like a game. Even if it was a game he was in no way enjoying.

I tried putting my hands through his hair but he kept moving his head to fast to stop me. so I grabbed hard and fast. His face contracted in pain.

“I can make this painful if I have to, but I don’t want to. Now I just want to enjoy your beautiful hair. Will you let me? You know I will get what I want in the end.”

He relaxed his body. I let go of his hair and kept his head in place as I moved my fingers through his hair.

He was half numb after that. He still jumped every so often, and he still cried quietly.
I moved my hands all over him again and then I moved away.

He sighed with relief, but that was momentary as I told him to lay down on my bed, on his back with his arms and legs spread. He wasn’t to move away from that position but he was allowed to move a bit.

I took my clothes off now. His crying was loud again as he watched me. I came into the bed with him and pressed my body to his. I then lay on top of him, feeling his whole body beneath me.

“Kiss me like you kiss your girlfriend.” That was my first kiss and I totally lost in it. He broke off, looking at me with anger in his eyes. “Again” I said.

After kissing him for a few minutes I started licking his face. I didn’t plan this at all. His mouth tasted so wonderful that I couldn’t help tasting the rest of him. I was nibbling his earlobes when I came for the first time. His own cock and balls were covered with my semen. He got so mad, he cursed me some more. But he couldn’t yell.

I went on licking and sucking his whole body, turning him over a few times. His pecs were amazing and his nipples bitable. I sucked his cock a few times and made him come into my mouth. I didn’t swallow though. I spread it on his chest and abs licked it off.

I came a few more times on him but never in him. Not in his butt and not in his mouth. I came on his chest, on his butt, on his back, on his stomach and even on all over his face. I had the most fun wrapping my cock in his mop of beautiful soft hair and cuming inside it. I called him my little cum rag as I massaged my come all over his pretty head.

At some point I got tired with the taste of semen. I went down to the kitchen and brought a tub of chocolate ice-cream. I wiped his chest and stomach and put small spoonfuls of ice-cream on him. By then he was mostly numb to most of what I did to him, but the cold made him jump. I let the ice-cream melt and slowly licked it up.

I had another hour until my dad came home and Jesse was all sticky with cum and ice-cream. So I took him with me to the bathroom. We had a big bath. I put him inside, turned on the water and went in myself. I continued to play with him inside the bath. I even started poking my fingers inside his butthole. He obviously objected but I couldn’t care. I decided that not fucking him was one thing, but I shouldn’t stop my self from feeling him down there. After cleaning down there I made him stand on all fours while I licked him inside.

But the fun had to come to an end. I cleaned him up proper, shampooed all the cum out of his hair, dried him and dressed him. Then I took him down to the truck. I told him to stop crying for the next 15 minutes and then I dried his eyes. There he was just like he was a few hours before.

I had my hand in his hair as I talked to him. “I’m going to erase your memory of this evening. I think it’s for the best.”

He couldn’t cry but he sniffed. “I guess I would rather forget what you did to me. not that I’m assuming you’re asking me for permission.”

“I’m not, but I wanted to let you know as you are now. I am however going to leave you with the memory of everything that happened up until you stepped in to my truck.”

“Why?”

“Because we were just getting to know one another, and I think you didn’t hate me before then. I would hate to go back before we even talked today.”

“Does that mean you’re going to keep giving me commands?”

“Well sometimes, but I like you to much. If I can I think I’ll try and find someone else to play with in the future.”

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” He was so tired and so fed up.

I came over to his seat and sat on his lap. I ruffled his hair some, felt him up a bit through his shirt and gave him two kisses one on each cheek. Then I moved back to the drivers’ seat and drove back to the nursery.

“You will forget everything that has happened from the moment you sat down in this truck until the moment I snap my fingers. You won’t notice that a few hours have passed.” I snapped my fingers.

He looked at me. “So what other things you need to do?”

“I was just thinking of driving you home. No need to get paranoid.”


Part 2

David

I hardly slept that night. I kept tossing and turning, remembering my evening with Jesse. A few times I started thinking that maybe it was a dream, it didn’t seem real at all. At one point I had to get up and check the photos I took of Jesse on my bed, it was the only way I could be sure.
The drive to his house was equal parts great and horrible. Without the memories of the evening he didn’t resent me. He was actually charming. We talked about how I got carried away when I made him take his shirt off and do pushups. He admitted it would have been hard for him to control himself if he had that kind of control on a girl. I think he was flattered that I liked him.

On the other hand it was torture to seat there next to him and not touch him. It was worse after I knew I could. I almost decided to just go for it. Jump on him, kiss him, touch him, bury my nose in his hair and then make him forget it again. But at what point would I stop?

We parted with him saying he’ll see me at school tomorrow. I couldn’t wait.

Before going home I went by the nursery again. My dad was just closing up. I went in the back, put on a pair of work gloves and cut off a thorny branch off that plant with my pruning-shears.
The branch was in a hard cloth bag under my bed right now. And I was on my bed making new plans.

Jesse

Last night was weird. First the whole thing with David, he turned out to be an OK guy, but it was still very weird. Then when I got home I remembered I forgot to get Jenny a present for our anniversary. I totally lost track of time, it was like hours flew by.

Then my mom told me to wash the dishes and clear the table. Usually I grudgingly do it at some point and only after trying to weasel out of it. This time I just went ahead and did it. I was still taking commands. Damn, I can’t live like this forever.

I hurried to my room and went to sleep. I kept having weird dreams that scared me, but when I woke up I could never remember any of them.

The next morning I rushed out of the house without letting my mom tell me anything. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but then in front of my house was David’s truck waiting for me.

He called me through the window. “Get in.”

David

He came into the truck as I knew he would. We had an hour before first class, enough time for me to play a little.

He sat there looking a bit smug. I couldn’t understand why and I didn’t really care. He was as beautiful as ever. His smile was a nice change from last night’s frowns.

I started driving without saying anything. The car choked and died, I forgot to change gears. He laughed “You’re one hell of a driver.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s too bad you can’t control your car like you controlled me last night.”

“Yea, very funny. Hey, hold on!” I told him to shut up and continued talking. How did that happen?

He laughed at the confused look I probably had. “I guess I don’t take commands any more.”

“But you got into the truck.”

“I did, but I decided to do that on my own. I figured I could use a ride to school.”

“So you knew when you got in.”

“Yes, you told me to get in, but I didn’t have to.”

Oh my god. He doesn’t take commands anymore. A million thoughts run through my mind. I can’t play with his body; Thank god I haven’t tried to make him do anything already. In some of my plans I was going to get him to undress the second he got in the truck. What would he have done then? He probably would have hit me and then told everyone what a freak I was. I suppose he can hit me now and tell people what I did. Even if he didn’t hit me he could tell his friends about what I did. At least he doesn’t remember everything. If he remembered that he would be hitting me by now, or crying. But if he still can’t remember, maybe he still can’t hit me. I should check. Or should I scratch him again with the thorns? I had the branch in a cloth bag inside my school bag in the back seat. He would never let me scratch him again, it would take too much time to get the branch out carefully without getting pricked myself.

But maybe that was my only way to save myself. I had to distract him somehow.

“Don’t be too happy for me.” he said jokingly, I must have had a weird expression thinking so much.

“I am happy for you. The stuff from the thorns probably worked its way through your system.” That did make sense. “I just hope we can stay friends… if we are, I mean.”

“I told you last night I’m no homophobe and I understand what happened. It’s a weird way to start a friendship, but yea.”

Him being so nice made feel so bad for what I did. Did I really have to scratch him again with the thorns? I told myself I couldn’t risk it, but maybe I was lying to my self and I just wanted to taste him again. I casually reached my hand back to my school bag.

“Any way, thank god it’s over. It wasn’t just you, you know. My mother told me to wash the dishes and I obeyed in an instant. Thank god she didn’t tell me to do more stuff. And imagine going to school like that, having to do whatever any one, tells you to do. The hundred pushups you made me do would have been nothing.”

Of course, the thorns made him do what any one tells him to do. I can’t scratch him with the thorns now, I can’t let other people use him. I can barely stand that I’m doing that to him. But I can’t scratch him and make him wait for me outside of school. Last night I had him for less than four hours, I have no idea how long the effect last. First thing’s first I have to find out a few things.

“Can you hit me now?”

“Isn’t it enough that I don’t want to hit you?”

“Come on, don’t you want to see if there are lasting effects?” he sat there looking outside. I decided to provoke him a little. I reached out and smacked his face, not really hard but enough to really annoy him. He turned to me and threw his hand at me for a smack. And nothing. His hand stopped an inch from my face. He looked a little annoyed.

“Well I have no reason to hit you anyway, right?” he looked at me suspiciously.

“No, but I do prefer people who can’t beat me up.” Or tell my secrets.

All this new information got me thinking. I needed to reevaluate my plans.

Jesse

That was a strange ride. David really did look disappointed that he couldn’t tell me what to do anymore. And he looked so relieved when he saw I still couldn’t hit him. I knew he was probably afraid I’ll tell people he was gay, so I couldn’t blame him. He had so much fear, the poor guy.

In school we didn’t talk but I noticed him more. He was a nobody at school. At second recess I noticed he was wet. I took him aside and asked him what happened.

“Chad threw a water balloon on my head from the balcony.” He had hatred in his eyes and a look of determination. He was going to do something about it.

“Chad’s just a big oaf. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He just likes to act out.” Chad was the kind of guy to do pranks like that, but he wasn’t a real bully.

“Well maybe you would have felt different about him if he did stuff like that to you. This is hardly the first time you know.”

I knew, I could even remember Chad doing stuff like that to David, but that was before I knew him.

“Listen, just relax. Let yourself dry off and you’ll see this wasn’t a big thing.”

David walked away angry. There was nothing I could do.

The rest of the day went as usual, except when I tried to explain to Jenny why I forgot to buy her a gift. I wasn’t going to mention what happened with David but I thought of a different story and he was a part of it, then I could ask him to corroborate me. But I couldn’t mention him. I guess that command about not telling anyone about what happened between us was too strong. Well, I made up something else.

As I was walking away from school David stopped his truck next to me.

“I heard your girlfriend gave you a hard time for not getting her any thing for your anniversary. I feel bad, it was my fault. Come in I’ll take you to the nursery and you can pick something nice.” I wasn’t sure. The nursery felt weird for me now.

“I don’t know. No offence, but I didn’t find anything good I could afford yesterday.”

“I’ll give you the owner’s discount, half off. Come on.”

That was a good deal. I wasn’t going to miss that opportunity. Jenny was mad, I had to get her something good and sooner was better than later. I got in.

He had one hand behind his seat. And when I sat down he swung it around fast. He had a branch in his hand. Instinctively I put up my hands to protect my face. I felt the thorns scratching my hands. I yelled “Damn It!” but it was too late. There were bloody scratches all over my hand.

“Sit still and keep your voice down.” He said in a deadly serious tone.

David

That was that. I had him in my power again. He had himself to blame. Well himself and me, and Chad.

I was walking around daydreaming about last night with Jesse when a water balloon fell on my head. Maybe if I was paying attention I would have spotted Chad there. This wasn’t the first time he pulled stuff like that. But it shocked me more this time. Last night I had total control of another human being and today I got downgraded again to a non-person.

And it was Chad, stupid, annoying, hunky Chad. He stood tall at over 6 feet. He got a buzz cut about six months ago but hasn’t cut his hair since, so his hair was in equal length all over his head. Not short but not flowing, more bushy straight and all dirty blond. I could imagine burying my hands in that head of hair. It seemed like a short blond afro but not curly. He must use a lot of product on it. He had blue eyes and full lips, bushy blond eye brows and blond stubble on his chin. He seemed to have developed muscles just like Jesse but he was thinner and his abs more pronounced.

He didn’t even notice me glaring at him with anger. I could kill him at that moment, but I knew it would be better to control him.

Then as I walked to class Jesse took me aside to ask what happened. I was happy for a second that he cared, but then he went on to defend Chad.

Well that only made this easier. I had to see how far I can take this situation, so it was better to work on Jesse before moving on to taller fish.

He didn’t expect me to swing the branch at him. Now he sat next to me shocked, red scratches all over his hands.

“Why did you do that?” He said in a hushed voice.

I started driving, not bothering to answer him.

“David, come on, why are you doing this. I thought we understood each other.”

“I understand alright, now I need to understand how this whole thing works before I move on Chad.”

“What? Chad? You can’t be serious. You can’t keep doing this to people. Besides it doesn’t last, remember?”

“I know. Now I want to see what I can do about that. Now shut up.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence, until we got to this big empty field with a tree in the middle. I ordered him out of the car and let him speak. “Stop this please.”

I walked around him and out of impulse reached out and pinched his sweet bubble butt through his pants. He turned to me, shocked again. There was a look of panic in his eyes and then he started running away from me. He didn’t get far when I called him to stop.

“Now,” I said as I walked toward him, “I want you to obey any instruction I give you, at any time forever. Do you understand what I mean?” The look in his eyes was a clear sigh he understood.

“You will answer me whenever I ask you a question. You will always tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“How does all this make you feel?”

“Afraid.” He looked down to his feet. “Annoyed, sad and angry but mostly afraid.”

“Now another test.” I took out my phone and showed him a vid I took of a friend of mine saying “turn yourself around five times.” And he did.

“Good, now I want you to walk over to that tree and wait for me. If anyone else approaches hide up in the tree. Don’t speak to anyone and don’t let anyone talk to you. If someone tries, besides me, cover your ears hard. ”

He was off to the tree. I watched him walking and then sitting down under the tree. I looked around, there was no one anywhere here. He was seating all alone. He seemed about to cry. I couldn’t just leave him like that.

Jesse

He did it to me again. And this time it was worse. He was going to make me obey him forever. Was he crazy? He kept looking at me with lust in his eyes. I wasn’t even surprised by him pinching my bottom. It just confirmed what I knew inside. He wants me.

Now he was leaving me here. It might be a blessing to be away from him, but he was trapping me in one place, like a dog on a leash.

I sat down and saw him by the truck watching me. He got into his truck but instead of driving away he pulled up close to the tree. Did he change his mind?

“Slight change of plans,” he said as he stepped out, “You’re still to stay here and all my orders stand, except before I go I want to have a bit of fun.”

“Please, David please.” I was begging, I saw no other way. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Climb in the back of the truck, lie down and take off all your clothes.”

My body obeyed even as I fought against it. I lay down and started taking my clothes off while he stood over me watching, his pants clearly tented.

“Stay where you are.” He hunched down next to me and put his face in front of mine. He told me to kiss him like I kissed Jenny. The kiss was long. I put as much passion in it as I do when kissing Jenny, but I knew it was him I was kissing. It was all manners of wrong.

He made me kiss him a few more times. His hands were in my hair, his fingers brushing and ruffling my hair this way and the other. He went on to kiss and lick other parts of my face, my cheeks, my nose, my eyebrows, my ears. My eyes were getting wet but I didn’t want to let him see me cry.

I only started crying when he bit my nipples. “Please stop. You’re hurting me, please.” I begged while sobbing. But it only got worse. He went down to my cock and pulled at it a bit. Then he got to my balls. He said something about not giving them enough attention before, and then started in on them. I think he sat there and played with them for ten minutes while my crotch was propped up on his knees. He pulled them both and he pulled each on its own. He stretched them out and he stretched wide, he pushed them in and he pushed them up. He named one of them Ben and the other Jerry. He started licking them as well and at one point he had both of them in his mouth.

And all that time I laid there watching him play with my private parts. When I turned to look away, he told me I have to look. Not that it mattered that much. Each tug, each push resonated throughout my body. His every flick of the finger sent ripples through me. I was past begging by then, I only cried.

He didn’t see me as a person anymore, I was just a toy for him, a sex doll. I watched as he examined my legs like they were game parts that he was trying to figure out what they’re for. Then he bit into one of them. It hurt, but I didn’t want to cry in pain. He soon stopped and went on investigating my body.

How long will this go on for? Will he keep using and abusing me all my life? What kind of a life is that? I started crying again at the thought; I hadn’t even noticed that I stopped crying before.

Now he lifted my ass in the air and was examining it when he started talking again.

“Did you know you have a bubble butt?”

“Yes, my girlfriend told me that.” I didn’t want to tell him that but I had to answer him and truthfully.

“Does she like it?”

“I think so. She caresses it sometimes when we’re making out?”

“Like this?” he started caressing my butt.

“Not really, she does it when we’re on the couch kissing, and it’s always through my pants.”

“You haven’t had sex yet?”

“No.” I was probably turning red from the shame of talking to this guy about my sex life, and from anger at him for making me tell him these intimate details. Of course what would I expect, we were talking with him caressing my butt, and obviously we were well past polite conversation.

“Why?”

“She said she would only do it after our six month anniversary. So she knows I’m serious.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

“Yes. And damn it. Stop asking me these questions. And stop fondling my butt.”

He laughed, held my ass with one hand and spanked it a few times with the other. “Is that better?”

I wanted to scream but all I could do was say “No.”

“It’s OK, I’m a virgin too.” He started shoving one of his fingers inside my asshole. “But that will change soon.”

I tried to fight against the invasion but he told me to relax my muscles down there. Then he got one finger inside me and soon after a second. He looked delighted and I kept my mouth shut as he took another piece of my pride. They felt weird inside. It was painful but I was getting used to it. I tried to imagine my body really was a lifeless object, some toy that had no feelings. It did little help.

When he took the fingers out, he sniffed them and made a frown. “That’s horrible, you’re not clean enough.” At least that wasn’t a question, and his hands were finally off me. “Smell them yourself.”

He leaned forward and I lifted my head towards his fingers and sniffed. That was a bad smell.
“Well I can’t go on with my fingers smelling like you’re butthole. Suck them off.”

As he said that I didn’t have time to respond. He stuck both fingers inside my mouth. The taste was horrible. It was an affront to all my senses. But still I worked on sucking those two fingers on and on, my tongue working tirelessly.

He sat there next to me with a smile. “Hey, at least you can bet I won’t be kissing you anymore today. Well not on the mouth at least.” That made him laugh.

After a few minutes he took his fingers out and started to dress me himself, fondling me as he went. First he put on my boxers and pants then he moved on to my torso. He seemed to enjoy moving my pecs around.

“These are great, but I’ll have you working on getting them bigger.” He said as he caressed both my pecs with his hands.

When he was done we were sitting in front of each other and he was stroking my hair.

“I don’t get why a straight stud like you didn’t have sex. There are other girls who won’t make you wait so long for sex. Why didn’t you go with someone else?”

“Because I love Jenny, I have been in love with her for more than two years now.”

I smiled, after all that crying I felt myself smile. Thinking about Jenny made me happier. It also seemed ironic; Jenny didn’t believe I really loved her, that’s why she put off sex. If she was here now and knew I had to tell David the truth she would know I really loved her.

He looked at me thoughtful. He then kissed me a few times on my face, mussed up my hair and stroked it down again and then sent me off to my tree with a slap on the butt.

As he drove away, I thought that I really was a plaything. How could I be a man for Jenny when I was only a toy?

David

As I was driving back to pick up Jesse I went through my plans. It was hard to concentrate, I kept thinking of the fun I had with him before. He was so beautiful and so sweet. I knew he hated me now. I wasn’t going to make him like me and I wasn’t going to make him forget what happened again. I liked him like that. The fact he actually loved his girlfriend made me like him more. I might let him keep her.

He was sitting under the tree where I left him. I pulled up and got out of my truck.

“Stand up. Did anyone come by here? Did anyone see you?”

He stood up and answered, “No, no one came and no one saw me that I know of.”

Well that worked fine, and he seemed to follow my commands. I got out my phone and showed him the vid telling him to turn around five times. He continued to stand still. The substance from the thorns must have stopped working. That made sense, it has been nine hours since I hit him with the thorns. Now I needed to see if he still takes commands from me, besides the leftover commands from before. I wanted to make it something hard, to make sure he really had to do anything I told him.

“Take off your shoes and socks.” He did that with no problem. He had sports shoes with long tube socks. Now tie one of those socks around your throat and stuff as much as you can of the other one inside your mouth.” He did as instructed, grudgingly, cursing me softly until the sock muffled his voice.

“Now open the fly of your pants and take your cock and balls out.” He did and I saw the pair of balls I found so amusing to play with. “Hello Ben and Jerry,” I said in a mocking voice, “I’m not sure you’re going to like the next part.”

“Tie your shoe laces around the base of your ball sack so the shoes will dangle from your balls between your legs.” He immediately started working on the task while muttering stuff I couldn’t understand from his stuffed mouth. He was defiantly fuming. It was also a hard job to tie his shoes to his own ball sack by himself. The first few times the shoes slipped off to the ground because he didn’t tie tight enough.

But finally he had it.

I walked over to him and lightly kicked at the dangling shoes which made him grumble. This was so much fun, I felt like a little kid whose mom just told him he got a new toy. I took Jesse by the sock around his neck and dragged him to the car. “This is great; I should buy you a collar.”

I sat him down in his seat letting his shoes dangle between his feet in front of the seat, making sure they still pulled at his sack. I then jumped in the driver’s seat and away we went.

After about a minute I took the sock out of his mouth. He breathed hard and then started begging me to let him untie his balls. He claimed he feared that this was doing him lasting damage.

“Fine, you can lift your shoes and hold them so they don’t stretch you sack no more, but keep the laces tied to your balls for now.” He lifted his shoes and seemed relieved.

“I’m not all bad, look in the back I got your Jenny an expensive anniversary present. Now you can make up with her.”

He looked in the back and didn’t say anything.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Thank you’. Now on to business, tell me everything you know about Chad.”


Part 3

Jesse

The next few days were a nightmare. David had me act normal at home, in school and with Jenny. But on the inside I was a mess. I lay awake at nights wanting to cry, but I was not allowed to cry at home. When I was with David he controlled my every move. When I was away from David I could act normal, but I couldn’t react normally. At least when I was with him I could cry at my bad situation, when I was with other people all I could do was smile and nod, not giving away that anything was different with my life.

Still being with him was worse. Every time I saw him he had a new idea of how to use and humiliate me.

That first morning after he took full control of me he had me wait for him outside my house at 7 am. He picked me up and drove us somewhere secluded. Once there he pulled out of his bag a jar of chocolate spread. He started spreading it all over my face and neck and once he was finished he went to work licking it up. I had to just sit there and let him. Then he made me take off my shirt and started pinching and twisting my nipples.

Most of our time together we spent in his house, his parents didn’t seem to be around that much. He had me walking around naked all the time fetching him things or just amusing him. I was made to work out a lot. He wanted my muscles to grow. So I was routinely doing pushups and sit-ups in front of him, or lifting weights he bought just for me. Sometimes he would record me with his camera doing stuff naked. But he said there was really no need, he wasn’t planning on loosing me, so he could always watch me live.

At times he just let me stand or lie in place while he watched me. Other times he would seat next to me on the couch, watching the shows he liked on TV, while his hands were fondling me. He even made me lie spread on his lap while he watch TV and absentmindedly wiggling his fingers up my asshole or caressing my butt, cock or balls. At least at those times he wasn’t really focused on me. I was just there like an object.

What was worse was when he took the time to play with me and experiment with me. For instance he thought it was interesting to see me try to talk clearly with a peg stuck on my tongue; or making me stand on one leg as he tickled me; or putting me in a tub and pouring melted ice-cream all over me.

He would regularly make me masturbate myself or he would masturbate my cock for me. But mostly he liked to masturbate himself on me. He would take his cock and balls and use them to caress my pecs, my stomach, my face or other parts and eventually he would explode all over me. Most of all he loved doing it with my hair. At one point he sat me down in front of a mirror so I could see how he used my hair to jack off and then massage his cum in my hair like it was shampoo. I wanted to shave all my hair off after that, but he now had control of my life and he made it clear that I wasn’t going to have a haircut until he said so.

I kept expecting him to fuck me up the ass. I couldn’t understand how come he hasn’t gotten to that. The closest he got was stroking his cock on my crack. But I didn’t dare ask him about that.

He wasn’t shy about having fingers in my asshole though. As I said, a lot of times he just had them up there while he watched TV. Sometimes he would really concentrate on it. He found the point he had to reach in there to make my own cock explode. He used two mirrors to make me see my own asshole as he played with it. A thought crossed my mind that he was like a puppeteer and I was his puppet and he was just looking for a way to shove his whole hand inside me so he could make me move. Obviously he didn’t need his hand to make me move to his will.

It was only after a few times that he licked my body that he first thought to reverse the roles. I was made to lick his body many times after that first time. He would lie there smiling but unmoving while I licked his entire body. That was when he first started making me give him blow jobs. The first time was horrible. He was seating on the couch and I just finished licking his feet. He looked at me and told me to open my mouth wide. He then grabbed me by my hair and pushed me on his hard cock. At first he didn’t instruct me to suck or do anything but keep my mouth open. He just dunked his cock inside my open mouth for extended periods of time, making me almost choke on his cock. Only later he made me start sucking. But he never ejaculated in my mouth. He would take it out and splash my face and hair.

Each session with him ended with him bathing and cleaning me. He took as much pleasure in it as he did other play times. He would pay careful attention to my butt in the bath, not just cleaning inside with his fingers but pressing his cock and his face up against it. He usually liked to spend long minutes sitting behind me as I stood on all fours. He would knead my butt while marveling aloud at how cute my bubble butt was.

When he was done cleaning me he dried me and dress me up. He would leave my cock hanging outside of my fly, grab it and use it to lead me downstairs and to the door. Only then would he stuff my cock back inside and send me on my way with a slap on the ass.

My time away from David was more structured. He gave me precise directions. At school I was to pay attention in class and study hard. He didn’t want me to fail my classes but he wasn’t planning on giving me a lot of time to study after school. After school I usually went with him to his house. He only gave me some time away when he had to work. He let me go on two dates with Jenny. I was grateful for that, even though it was weird to feel grateful for someone letting me do something I wanted to do and had every right to do. I hardly got to spend time with my friends or at home.

Sometimes he made me come to work with him. I stood there at the back room of the nursery where this whole thing started and he gave me instructions on what to do, whether it was move stuff to the front or clean. At least he didn’t touch me so much there. Only grab my butt and ruffle my hair from time to time.

When I got to his house on Saturday morning he brought me in with a smile telling me he had a new game for us to play. I could tell already that he might be happy about it but I wouldn’t like it at all.

First off he made me take my clothes off and sat me down on his lap. He started explaining the game to me while playing with my balls.

“We’re going to play fetch. I’ll throw something to the other side of the room and you’ll fetch it back to me. If you manage to get it back to me in less than 15 seconds you win, but if you fail you get a slap on the butt for every second I had to wait over the allotted time. Do you understand?”

“Yes. What do I get if I win?”

“You get a pat on the head and the satisfaction of knowing you did a good job.” What did I expect? Basically I had better do the job or I’ll get slapped. But the game seemed too easy, so I was expecting something more.

“Of course fetch is a game that people play with dogs, so you’ll have to play the roll of a dog. That means you’ll be on all fours for the entire game and you’ll fetch using your mouth.” That did make more sense from a crazy torturous point of view.

He gave my balls one last pull, pinched my left nipple and pushed me off his lap. “Now, Messy Jesse, Get on all fours and lets start.” Messy Jesse was his pet name for me since he called me that after a long play session that left me covered with semen, sweat and various food leftovers.

I went down to all fours while he picked a small cushion. He threw it to the other side of the room and started counting the seconds aloud.

It was easier than I thought. I was back with the cushion by the time he reached 8. And biting down on the cushion was easy.

He took the cushion from my mouth and patted me on the head. “Good boy, Messy Jesse.” He looked at me with a smile on his face but suddenly he frowned. “During this game when I tell you that you’re a good boy you have to wriggle your butt for at least five seconds. You know what… You always have to do that, not only during this game.”

This was stupid, but I preferred wriggling my butt then getting it slapped. “Good boy.” He told me again as he patted my head. I wriggled my butt and he laughed.

Next he threw his wallet, then an oven glove. I had no trouble until he threw a sock. When I bent down to pick it with my mouth an overwhelming aroma of sweat assaulted my senses.

“Yes, that’s one of my dad’s used ones. 7 seconds, 8 seconds….” He called from across the room continuing to count. I braced myself and carefully bit on the cleanest part of the sock. I tried to hurry back but I was a second late. I dropped the sock on the floor at his feet with revulsion.

“Well you failed this time. Now you have to take the punishment, that’s one slap for being one second late and two more for dropping the sock. You’re supposed to let me take it from your mouth.”

“What? That’s not fair you never mentioned that you little psycho.” As I said it I knew I made a mistake. Some curses he didn’t care about, but whenever I called him a psycho he cared and it always made him meaner.

He grabbed my lower lip hard. “That’s some mouth you have on you. Maybe I should fuck it.” I looked at him and tried to covey that I was sorry. “No, I have a better idea. Stick out your tongue, as far out as you can.”

I did. He reached down to the floor and brought the sock in front of my eyes. He then used both hands to rub the entire length of the sock on my tongue. “How was that?”

It was probably supposed to be a rhetorical question but I had to answer any way. And I had to tell the truth. “That was horrible.” The taste of the sweaty sock stood on my tongue. The humiliation factor of having him do that to me added to the plate.

“Well you’re not going to like this next bit either.” He stuffed the whole sock inside my mouth. “Now close your mouth and keep that sock in there while you get your three slaps.”

He made me turn, still on all fours, so he had a good vantage point to hit my ass.

He slapped me before but it was always in play. It always stung but the slap this time really hurt. I couldn’t breathe right with the sock filling my mouth and I couldn’t yell out. The assault on my senses by the sock, the lack of breath, and the sharp pain on my butt was all too much. Tears appeared in my eyes. I hardly cried yesterday. I was resolved to not cry at all today, at least not in front of David. Today was supposed to be easier for me. But I was crying now.

The next two slaps were just as strong, and just made me cry harder.

When he saw that I was crying he said in a mock baby voice, “Oh, Messy Jesse is sad. Maybe Messy Jesse should play better.” Then he returned to his normal voice. “You can spit the sock out on the floor, let’s get back to playing.” He messed my hair a bit.

It seemed like he felt a little bad for mocking me or for going so strong. Anyway I wasn’t banking on his generosity. I meant to not fail at the game again.

And I didn’t. The first few throws were pretty easy, even though my ass hurt as I crawled around. Even when he threw another dirty stinking sock I got it back to him before time. And even when he started throwing farther and farther away I kept winning.

“Good Boy, Messy Jesse!” he said as he patted my head. And I wriggled my butt for him. “Only four more throws left.”

The next thing he threw was his wrist watch. But for some reason I couldn’t understand I couldn’t move fast enough. I found the watch, picked it up but by the time I got back I was 5 seconds late.

“That’s too bad, I was rooting for you.” I knew he wasn’t. Sure he liked to pat my head and watch my ass wriggle, but it was obvious he enjoyed slapping me. Could he have cheated somehow? No, I heard him count the seconds clear enough and he didn’t even throw that far. I was probably just getting fatigued. Next time I’ll be focused again.

I took my punishment without crying this time, even though the slaps were at least as hard, maybe harder.

But the next throw I messed up even worse and this time I received 7 hard slaps on my bottom.

The time after that I counted in my head with David. I saw the eraser he threw and I went for it, but somehow I tripped and lost a lot of time getting back to my hands and feet. After I got David’s 13 hard slaps for that one my ass felt like it was burning.

The last throw was a cushion again. I don’t know if it was the pain from my butt or what, but I actually managed to get lost in his living room it took me time to find the cushion and it took me time to find David again. But I knew it was my fault.

“40 seconds late this time. You really screwed up this time Messy Jesse. Now climb on up and lay on top of my lap for this.” Crawling on to his lap was humiliating as hell. I was putting my whole naked body right there for him to abuse. And as I lay down I could feel his hard-on now poking at my stomach.

“Now help me count the slaps.”

Flack “One”, oh my god that was harder than ever before.

Flack “Two”, Shit, is he really going to give me 40 of those.

Flack “Three” It felt like my ass was bursting.

Suddenly the front door of the house opened. “David, I closed the shop and came home for an early lunch and a…”

It was David’s dad, catching us. He just stood there shocked looking at his son sitting on the couch with a naked guy lying on his lap.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Was I going to be saved at last?

David

I was just getting into the best part of the spanking, 40 big ones. And my dad came home. He never came home on a Saturday late morning like this. He was totally destroying the mood.

“Father, relax. Now tell me why you came home like this?” His eyes were unfocused as he answered.

“I forgot my wallet in the drawer.”

“Father, take your wallet and go back to the nursery. Order takeout for lunch as usual. Don’t come back here until 8 pm this evening. Father, the moment the door closes behind you, you will forget everything you saw inside the house just now. You will remember only that you took your wallet.”

My dad took his wallet from the drawer and left.

“Now where were we?”

“We reached the third slap.” His head was turned aside and up to look at me. It was weird sometimes that he answered anything I framed as a question. Maybe I should add a command about not answering rhetorical questions, but I didn’t want to get too complicated.

“What did you do to your dad?”

I wasn’t planning on sharing this with him but I saw no reason not to tell him and I didn’t mind bragging about my foresight. “I scratched him with the thorns the night after I first did you. I’m not controlling everything he does. I just made it so whenever I call him father he has to do what I tell him and after a few seconds the memory of me giving him the command is wiped from his memory so he does what I told him to do, but he thinks he wanted to do it. Did you think I didn’t see that he could walk in on us one day? Anyway I also needed to make sure he never sells or touches that plant with the special thorns.”

As I was talking I was lightly touching Jesse’s shiny red bubble butt. I had no idea until today how lovely his butt could get with a little color or how fun it could be to really hit that butt hard.

Not that his butt wasn’t fun anyway. It was maybe my favorite part of my new toy, definitely more fun than his mouth, pecs or balls. The hair was also a great source of joy. I couldn’t wait for it to get longer.

The last few days were bliss, for me at least, probably not for poor Messy Jesse. (I loved calling him that. It was so clear he found it demeaning even though he never said so) Every day I could think of new ways to use his wonderful body or just to humiliate him. And every day I did. He was the gift that went on giving.

Only yesterday I discovered the wonderful use his mouth had as a sheath to put my cock in. His mouth was so wet and soft that I could keep my cock inside it for hours probably, only it made it hard for Jesse to breath. Part of the fun was grabbing him by his hair and pushing his open mouth on my cock. I didn’t even have to tell him to suck my cock, I just left him no other options.

There was so much more I could do with him, but I wanted to go slowly and I wanted to spare him the worst of my ideas. That’s what today was for.

Today’s new fun wasn’t only smacking his beautiful bubble butt till it was bright red, as fun as that was. A big part of the fun was how I got there.

It’s a good thing I videoed that last conversation with him before I threw the cushion for the last time.

I recalled what Happened in my mind:

I had just set up the video camera on us and sat back down in front of him.

“Why are you filming us?” he asked me.

“I wanted to capture your reaction when I tell you something. The last three throws I made you fail to get back to me on time. The first time I made you move slowly, the second time I started counting at the tenth second and the third time I made you trip yourself and rise slowly.”

“No. No, I would have known if you did any of that.” He was confused the poor boy.

“Not if I erased your memory, my little Jesse.”

“Fuck you! If you wanted to smack my ass why not just do it, why trick me into thinking I could have done something to prevent it?”

“Because that was part of the fun for me today, watching you have no clue about what’s really going on.”

“But you just told me. Did you just not want me to know while you slapped me? That’s stupid, and besides you still have a throw left. Why not…” He stopped talking as he realized what’s going to happen and why I told him what I did. “Damn it. You always have to humiliate me more don’t you.” His head sank down; he was still on all fours.

I grabbed his chin softly and lifted his head back. “This isn’t so much about the humiliation; you won’t even remember this conversation later. This is more about me manipulating you in every way possible.” I laughed at that and made a mental note for myself to use his chin as a way to move his whole face more often. As I said I was still discovering new uses for his every body part.

“Now this time when I throw the cushion you have to go straight through the living room then circle the couches twice and all that time don’t notice the cushion. Only after circling the couches twice you’ll be able to notice the cushion. When you grab it with your mouth you won’t be able to find me. Go around the living room more. Only when you hear me reaching 55 on my count you may find me. Afterwards you will know it was your fault you failed so badly.”

“When I snap my fingers next you will not be able to notice the video camera here. Also you will forget all that has happened since 3 seconds before I got up to bring the camera. You will still follow all the commands I gave you just now. Is that all understood?”

“Yes” and then I snapped my fingers and he was just waiting for me to throw the cushion.
All that happened just a few minutes ago, but Jesse couldn’t remember it.

It was perfect. There he is lying naked on my lap with his bubble butt facing me ready for the punishment he doesn’t understand how he got.

I put my hands on his butt. “You’re a good boy Messy Jesse.” I could fill his butt wriggle under my hands. Now it was time to get back to the painful part.

“Continue counting the slaps with me.”
I lifted my hand and gave him a hard smack. “Four.” He said. I could see my hand print on his adorable butt.

I went on slapping him going from hard to harder. Sometimes I would hit only one cheek but mostly both. I head him start to cry when I reached fifteen. By twenty five he was sobbing bitterly. I had to tell him to lie still because he was shaking so much. He could barely form words so I told him I would continue the counting and he could stop. I gave him two soft slaps out of pity, but then I changed my mind back and continued slapping him with force. I stopped at thirty five and talked to him.

“You have five more coming, are you ready for them?”

“No, no please stop. Please I’ll do whatever you want.” It was hard to understand his words coming in between all that sobbing.

“Really, and how would that be different from you doing anything I want anyway?” He was trying to form words but I stopped him. “You don’t have to answer that one.”

I waited a few more minutes. He was still sobbing but he had more control over it now.

“Will you give me a blow job of your own free will if I forgot about the last five slaps?”

“Yes, I will.”

“And will you allow me to fuck you of your own free will if I stopped slapping you now?”

He thought for a second. “No.”

“What if I threatened that unless you allowed me to fuck you of your own free will I’ll give you a hundred more slaps right now.”

He sighed and stopped sobbing for a moment. “Then I’ll let you fuck me, but it will hardly count as my ‘free’ will.”

“Good point. Truth is I want to fuck you, but I don’t care that much if you’re willing. I decided days ago that I am going to let you lose your virginity with your girlfriend. That’s my gift to you. Anyway I’m going to have Chad soon.”

He opened his mouth to talk but I didn’t give him a chance. I laid three consecutive hard smacks on his butt. He was sobbing again.

I put my hands softly on his red hot butt cheeks. I expected the touch to make him twitch but then I remembered that I made him keep his butt still. I wonder though. “You’re a good boy, Messy Jesse.”

His butt wriggled under my hands and he sobbed louder still.

“Do you know your bubble butt is actually red right now and hot to the touch? Rhetorical question, don’t answer.” I spread his swollen cheeks to look at his hole. “I wonder if it’s hot in there too.”

He knew what I was doing and he cried softly “No, no, no.”

I pushed my index finger inside. Jesse was biting down on the couch but I could still hear his whimpers. It felt nice inside him, maybe a little warmer than usual. I inserted a second finger and wriggled them both around. My mind drifted.

A few days ago I could only hope to feel Jesse’s body if he brushed by me on his way somewhere at school. And now I was sitting with my fingers inside his red bubble butt as he laid on my lap sobbing. I surveyed the body before me from his nice feet to his fine head of hair. All this was mine to do with as I pleased.

And as if that wasn’t enough I was going to get another one. I sighed and took my fingers out of his hole. I gave him his last two hard slaps.

I lifted him with considerable effort and moved him to the living room table in front of me. It was big enough to support most of him, only his feet were left dangling.

I then went to the kitchen to bring the things I needed.

“I want you to go over what you have to do later with Chad.” I told him as I started licking my chocolate ice-cream dessert off his red butt.


Part 4

Jesse

I was standing in my house, waiting. I had nothing to do but to wait. I could have sat down but my ass was still terribly sore.

That last beating was pure torture. David pretty much left me alone after that. Well he didn’t leave me alone, but he didn’t do anything else that hurt me physically. First he ate ice-cream off of my ass. I didn’t even mind the humiliation of that, because the cold felt good and relieved some of the pain. He even offered me some of the ice-cream and I accepted. I was hungry.

After that he just used his cock and balls to caress my ass, back, legs and head. Moving them slowly all over my exposed flesh and grunting. He ejaculated a few times and rubbed the semen all over my body.

I was afraid he would make me flip on my back so he could do the same to my front, but he didn’t. Thank god, my ass was still burning at that point.

When it was time he dressed me up without showering me first. He stood me up, fixed my hair and looked into my eyes, his face an inch away from mine.

“You know that you’re my own special little toy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I would have looked away but his hand was holding my chin. I felt so embarrassed.

“Having a new toy won’t make me forget about you.”

I couldn’t decide if that was a warning to not think my life would get easier once he had Chad, or a genuine display of affection, distorted affection.”

He drove me to my own house. This is where I told Chad to come, promising to show him a new cool video game that I got.

I felt sorry for Chad, but I also couldn’t help feeling a little hopeful that having David’s mind focused on someone else would make my tormented life easier.

The door bell rang. I opened and let Chad in. He was smiling as usual.

“Hi man. What’s up?”

“Everything’s great. This game is amazing, come on up to my room.” I hated telling people that I was great when I wasn’t.

Once in my room I showed him to the computer screen which was showing a preview of the game I told him about. He sat down, checking it out. I reached to the drawer and pulled out the thorny branch.

“Hey, if you have the game, why are we watching a preview?” I pressed the branch down hard on his neck until I saw blood.

He turned around confused and mad.

I wanted to tell him to run away and hide. I wanted to tell him to run to the police and tell them that I was in trouble. But I was under strict instructions.

“Stand up and don’t move. Don’t speak either.”

Seeing that he obeyed all instructions I left the room to fetch David who was waiting outside.
Chad

What the fuck was that. I was sitting checking out this game preview when I felt a sharp pain in my neck. As I turn around I catch Jesse swiping a thorny looking branch.

I was about to yell something when he said.

“Stand up and don’t move. Don’t speak either.”

I thought that he was crazy. But what was crazy is that I did as he told me.

By the time I realized what happened he left the room. I tried to leave. I tried to yell, to speak, and even to just fall down to the floor but nothing worked.

Minutes passed and I was getting frantic. What was happening? What did Jesse do to me and why? Is this just some sort of nightmare? It seemed too real to be a dream, but it was hard to believe that this was reality.

Then Jesse returned to the room with this other kid from class, that little dweeb, David. What was he doing here? Jesse just looked at the floor but David looked straight at me with a smile on his face. What was his part in this? What was going on?

“Oh, this is priceless. Don’t you have something to say Chad?”

I had no idea what he did to me but I wanted to kill him.

“Well, let’s get the formalities over with.” He said, “Chad you can’t hit me, hurt me or let harm come to me in any way. You can’t speak to anyone about what’s happening between us now or anything that will happen in the future, except me and Jesse. You can’t let anyone find out about anything having to do with what I do with you and Jesse. You will answer honestly to any question I ask you. That means that you must only ever tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”

He paused, thinking. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What are those two up to? Does he really think he can make me do all that?

“Chad you will always have to obey anything I tell you to do from now and until you die.”

This was totally crazy.

“Now Chad, you can’t leave this room without my say so. Also you can’t yell, but other than that you can move and speak freely.”

I could feel it as I suddenly felt loose. I run up at David, meaning to ram him to the wall. I stopped an inch away from him. He was looking up at me smiling. “Sorry, no go.”

“You’re going to be sorry you fucking freak!” I run to the open door but stopped short again. I couldn’t move myself across the threshold. I really can’t do it. I looked back at David. Somehow he could really control my movements.

“You better let me go you fucking asshole or I’ll kill you.” I was trying to yell but it came out in a lower volume.

“Really, you’re attempt to hit me just now didn’t convince you that’s impossible?”

“No!” I didn’t even realize why I was answering him.

I looked around for something I could maybe throw at him and I saw Jesse still looking down at his feet. What was he so shy for all of a sudden? He was the one who lured me here and struck me with that branch. I didn’t remember David saying anything about not hitting Jesse.

A single hard punch and he was falling to the floor.

David

“No! Stop!” I couldn’t believe Chad did that. I run to Jesse’s side and yelled at Chad. “Sit down and don’t move.”

Jesse was on the floor and not responding. It took a few soft slaps to the face to wake him.
I turned to Chad fuming. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“He deserved it for luring me into this crap. You deserve it too, and worse, but I can’t hit you, apparently.”

“I made Jesse do it you idiot. I arranged this whole thing. I controlled everything he did to get you here.”

He was shocked for a minute but resolved. “You can’t control me like that. And you can see what the result is of you trying.” He pointed at Jesse, still lying there.

I realized he didn’t even care that he hit Jesse for no reason.

“Oh, you think I can’t control you? You got lucky because I didn’t think that you would swing at him. I’ll show you exactly how much control I have over you.”

I stood up and glared at him, thinking where to start. This wasn’t what I planned, but I was only too happy to speed things up.

“Chad you can’t hit or harm Jesse in any way, or let harm come to him. Now stand up and remove all your clothes.”

“You fucking faggot, is that what this is about? Fine, I’ll let you see my sexy body. You just wish you had my figure, you fat fuck.” As he talked he was taking his clothes off. And he was right about one thing his body was definitely sexy.

“Stay in place and turn yourself around slowly.” He kept cursing and threatening me, but I didn’t even need to block it out, I simply didn’t care. He was taller and more muscled than Jesse, his balls and cock were bigger but his butt while very nice was far less adorable than Jesse’s.

I was pleased that his butt wasn’t as good as Jesse’s. I probably should have hoped that Chad would be perfect in every way, but I was happy Jesse was still special.

I walked up to Chad and grabbed his balls.

“Fucking crazy faggot, get your hands off of me.” he was trying to push my hands away, but doing it very gently so he won’t hurt me in any way.

As I was pulling and yanking on his balls, I was also looking up in his eyes. I could see the panic and terror rising as he realized there was really no way to stop me. A gasp escaped his lips as I pulled down hard. I then grabbed his cock and used it as a handle to drag him in front a full length mirror in the room. “Chad I want you to watch yourself as I use you.”

I walked behind him and started to knead his butt cheeks. His butt might not have been as cute as Jesse’s, but on close inspection it was defiantly a pretty cute bubble butt. I turned him aside so he could see me as I had my fun with his ass. As I kneaded his cheeks I also spread them. His hole was cute but I could smell he wasn’t clean enough. Perfect! Without any preparation I stuck my index finger in there. He howled in pain.

“How is that staying in control thing going Chad the lad?” I was trying to think of a good pet name for Chad, like I had with my Messy Jesse.

“Not good.” I could see in his reflection how stunned he was he said that. He had to answer truthfully. “Fucking hell, take that out you faggot.”

I inserted a second finger which got a second howl. Both fingers were in there wriggling in his tight warm cave. “You have a very dirty mouth Chad, let’s see if I can find a way to make it dirtier.”

I pulled both my fingers out with a snap. “Get down on your knees Chad.”

I stood before him smiling down at him now. He stopped cursing for the moment. I knew he was trying to work out how to get out of this. He was still above begging.

I put the two fingers to his lips. He moved his head away. “Move your head back to where it was before, and keep your hands down.”

He moved his head back and with my other hand I grabbed that big fuzzy mop of dirty blond hair. His hair was totally different than Jesse’s. It wasn’t the kind that would fall on his eyes, and not for lack of length. It wasn’t curly, it was straight, thick and flew in all directions. It felt softer than I thought it would.

I pressed the fingers to his lips “Now I want you to suck these two fingers.” He opened his mouth and took them in.

The foul taste that hit his system with surprise was evident in his eyes that were tearing up. Even though, his tongue was working hard at sucking my two fingers. His mouth felt nice, though not as nice as his butthole.

While he was sucking I used my other hand to explore his head. First moving it around behind his head to feel the nape of his neck, then combing upwards with my fingers deep in his hair and scraping the scalp. Then I went on to roughly caress his nose, cheeks and stubbly chin.

Jesse was getting back up on his feet in the other side of the room, a bit wobbly. I almost forgot we were in his room, in his house. We can’t stay here, his mom could come home soon.
I grabbed Chad’s ear hard and took my fingers out of his mouth. He tried to move his head to my fingers; he was still under orders to suck them.

“You can stop sucking now you perv. I’m afraid we have to leave now.” I lifted him to his feet by his ear. He tried to get away from me, but for all his muscles he couldn’t figure out a way to get my hands off his ear without hurting me.

“Come on you sick fuck, you said you were letting me go.”

“You’re imagining things Chad. I said we have to leave, and you’re coming with me.”

Chad

I had to find a way to get far away from this creep. I told myself that the first chance I got that he wasn’t paying attention I was going to make a run for it. As undignified as it is I’ll hide if I have to, and when this hold he has on me blows over I’ll tell the police what he’s done. That would be humiliating, but the alternative was worse. And if it didn’t blow over I’ll leave town so he’ll never find me.

So far though, he didn’t let me out of his sight. At one point when we were downstairs he was talking to Jesse and I made a dash for the front door, but he stopped me before I even reached it. Maybe I had to find something to cover my ears.

He watched me more closely after that. He didn’t seem that worried about Jesse getting away though. I could see now that Jesse was as much under his control as I was, I even heard some of the commands he got, but he seemed broken like he wasn’t even thinking of trying to get away.

He made me leave my car there and told me to sit next to him in his truck. He had Jesse climb in to the back.

“I’ve heard enough out of you for now so don’t speak until I tell you to.” He started driving. “I want you to stay still, do only what I tell you to do. Open the glove box and take out the plastic bag inside. I did a little shopping for you.”

I did as he told me. The bag was filled with black binder clips from Office Depot. It took me a few seconds to think what he might use these for. But as it turned out, he didn’t use them. I was the one to use them.

First he had me hold up my shirt and attach one clip to each of my nipples. Then he had me pull my pants down to my knees. My hands were shaking like crazy but I still had to attach the clips, one at a time, to my scrotum. One at the very base near my ass the others spread so my sack was all stretched and my balls pronounced through it. Then I did my cock, the head, the sides, at least it wasn’t hard.

I was sobbing at that point. I would have begged him to stop, only I couldn’t speak. The pain was like nothing I had ever known. Then for the hell of it (so he said) he had me put more clips on my body. one on my bellybutton, two on each ear, one on each cheek, two on my lower lip, one on my upper lip, one on my nose, one on each eyebrow and a few on my hair. I was made to try and put more all over my chest and arms but luckily I had so little body fat there were hardly any flaps to get the clips on.

Yap, lucky, that was me, the guy with about 25 hard clips on his body, sitting next to a guy giggling at his expense. I stared at him through tears and clips. I could see his pants were tented. He really was a faggot. What more was he going to do to me?

As he pulled up in what I assumed was his garage, he told me to stick out my tongue and put a clip on it.

“You can talk now, or try anyway.” He was laughing now as he got out of the truck and told me to do the same.

I was trying. Through sobs and the clip on my tongue and all the pain I tried to beg for mercy.
Jesse

I understood why Chad punched me. When it happened to me I wanted to punch someone. Hell, I did punch David once, before he thought to forbid me to do it. I would have gladly punched him more, though mostly I just wanted to get away from him forever.

Even when he didn’t do anything to me, like after I fell to the floor, I was so humiliated being next to him, so powerless, so subservient.

He was shocked at what Chad did to me. Later he even apologized for not ordering Chad to not harm me straight away. I think it was the first real apology I heard from him, and he didn’t seem to think it would be better to apologize for something he was more directly responsible for, like my sore ass.

He told me to leave a note to my mom that I’m spending the night at a friend’s house. David didn’t understand why I was crying. “It’s OK, I’ll be playing with Chad mostly. You’ll only be there to assist.” He didn’t understand that spending the nights alone in my bed was one of the last things I had.

He let me spend the drive back to his house lying down on my stomach in the back, so there was no pressure on my butt. Of course, I was under instructions not to move the whole drive.
When Chad entered the truck he still looked defiant. It was only a 10 minute drive, but now as I saw him getting out he seemed defeated. He had about 25 clips stuck to his body. Some, like those in his hair probably didn’t hurt, but some must have been hell. His scrotum alone had five clips on it. His pants and boxers were at his feet and David was instructing him to step out of them.

I had a clothespeg on my tongue after David put it there, but the clip seemed to put more pressure by far. And he had all of them together. I felt sad for him. David did tell me in the last few days that he was sparing me the worst of it. Now I saw that he wasn’t lying.

David had us both come upstairs to his room and undress. Chad found it difficult to do with all the clips on his face. Some tore off as he finally managed it.

I was made to take the rest of the clips off of Chad. He seemed relived at first but then the reality was harder. Each clip must have hurt like hell when I took it off, because he jumped in place and howled at each one. At first I tried to go slowly thinking it will take the edge off, but then I realized I was prolonging his misery so I started to take them off fast, one straight after the other. He yelled and he cursed.

When I finished he went down to his knees and begged David to let him go. He promised to do anything he wanted, he promised to give him money. He even said he won’t tell anyone that he still had me.

David

I loved watching him beg in front of me. But Chad was such an idiot that he couldn’t even do that right. He was supposed to try and make me feel sorry for him; instead he just made me madder. He had no problem in letting me keep Jesse as long as I would let him go.

Sweet Jesse, who asked me a few times not to take Chad, even though I told him that having someone else would take the pressure off of him, that was the kind of noble guy he was and his friend was selling him down the river. I looked at him standing in the corner with an emotionless face.

Not that I would have let Chad go. But I expected him to try smarter, or at least not to annoy me further.

“Chad what you don’t understand is that from now on and forever you are my slave.” I have been thinking about the term slave for a while but I couldn’t bring myself to call Jesse my slave.

“You don’t have a life of your own any more. I own your life and your body and I can do anything I want with them.” His face changed a bit, I could sense the defiance in him.

“Chad do you have some plan to get your freedom back.”

He was trying to stop himself but he couldn’t. “Yes.”

“What is it?”

“The moment I am away from you I will run away and leave this town. I won’t be your slave no matter what you say.”

“Chad every school day you will go to school as usual and seek me out at some point of the day. Every day that you don’t go to school you will come here to my house at nine am sharp and ask for me. You will wait at least 20 minutes for me to show up.”

He looked crestfallen. But I decided not to take any chances.

“Jesse, Chad, this command is for the both of you.” I made sure Jesse was paying attention. “If you ever think of a way to escape life as my slaves you will tell me immediately. Even if it is the middle of the night you will do nothing before you find me and tell me all about your plan.”

That seemed good enough to me.

Now on to the fun part, I felt like I could explode. I made Chad lie on the bed while I took off my clothes. He looked so beautiful lying there, peaceful except for the wet eyes and the red where he had the clips on.

I sat on his legs and started to move slowly up his body while caressing him beneath me with my cock and balls. When I reached his crotch I pressed my cock to his cock and my scrotum to his scrotum and rubbed them against each other until I was close to ejaculation. I stopped myself from going ahead with it. I wanted to save it a bit longer.

I continued on to his stomach, poking my cock in his bellybutton, and then resting each of my balls in it. As I slid on I could feel his defined abs beneath my ass. I went on and had my cock nestled in between his pecs. I pinched and twisted each of his nipples till they became hard. Those hard nipples tickled me as I caressed each of his pecs with my ball sack.

When I reached his neck I rubbed my cock under his jaw. The stubble scraped my hard cock in just the right way and I lost all control. The first spurt hit his jaw and neck, the second flew over his head, by the third spurt I had managed to aim at his face drenching it in thick cum. The fourth and fifth I managed to shoot straight through his lips just I managed to cry out, “Don’t swallow, and don’t spit.”

I calmed down and watched him beneath me. His face was flushed red under the thick coat of cum. His mouth was wide open and full of cum, I could see it spilling a bit out of the side. I wanted to see his face properly and didn’t feel like licking him now.

“Jesse, get over here.”

I grabbed Jesse by the nose and chin and used his head, and mainly his hair, to clean Chad’s face. Jesse’s hair was left pretty messy from job.

“You see Messy Jesse, you’re a perfect cumrag.”

I got back to examining Chad’s face. I grabbed his ears with my hands and let my scrotum and cock explore his face. His hair was last. My balls sank in easily as his soft hair gave way to the invasion. I then reared and dunked my balls in the little pool of cum in his mouth. My cock was as hard as it was before. It was time.

I shuffled back along his body. Letting my scrotum rub all over him again on the way but without stopping to rest at any point. My balls were still soaked in cum so they left a trail like that of a snail all over him, all the way to his feet.

I tried to keep cool as I lifted his strong muscled legs over my shoulders, but the truth was that I was nervous. I’ve made excuses to not do this so far. But this was it. I was the master of two slaves, I had to fuck at least one of them, and I deserved it. My whole body shivered as I stuffed a cushion under him to adjust the height of his butt to my preference.

I looked at Chad’s face, his eyes were closed. “Look at me Chad. This is a very important occasion. You are going to be the first man I ever fuck, truly fuck.” I looked sideways at Jesse whose mouth I fucked a few times.

Jesse was staring at me even though I didn’t tell him to. He was used to me making him watch me do these kinds of things. Was he looking at me with relief that I wasn’t fucking him, or was it judgment in his eyes?

“Jesse, go put your fingers in Chad’s mouth and bring me enough cum to coat my cock. I don’t want to get my cock rubbed raw.” He dutifully did as told.

I placed my cock at the entrance to Chad’s butthole and breathed deep. And thrust forward.
Oh my god. My cock was in heaven. I was in heaven. For a moment I felt at peace. My cock felt caressed from all sides by a lovely moist sponge.

I could see Chad in front of me cum was spilling out of his mouth as he silently twitched and groaned.

I started to push in and out of him, rubbing my cock inside him and flapping my balls on his butt.

I was yelling “Oh Chad! Bad Chad! Give it to me Chad the Lad!”

I came inside him for the first time and my eyes lit up. I felt like I could see clearly, the world had more color.

I had Jesse fuck Chad’s mouth and then sit behind him with Chad’s head resting on his crotch as he came repeatedly in his hair. All that time I continued to fuck Chad and enjoyed every second of it.

Later we rested as I had dinner with my two naked slaves. I was using Chad’s stomach as a plate and had Jesse feed him from his own mouth like a mother bird feeds her young.

At one point, after I allowed Chad to stop eating he suddenly spoke after being quite for a long time.

“David, I’m supposed to be meeting two of my friends tomorrow morning at my house. When they see that I’m missing, they night call the police who might come rescue me.”

He was still lying on the kitchen table before me. I didn’t understand why he was telling me this. Then I remembered my command from before.

“Good boy Chad” I said, stroking his balls. “Don’t worry I think I’ll let you go meet your friends tomorrow.”

“You will?” he was surprised, an optimistic look on his face.

“Yes. I think we could all meet them.”

That night as Jesse lay on the floor by my bed, I fucked Chad in various positions for half the night. After that I spooned him from behind. My soft cock was still inside him, one of my hands was playing with his cock and balls, and my nose was buried in his hair. Before I fell asleep I explained my plans for tomorrow and his part in them.


Part 5 

Jesse

It was Monday morning when we gathered outside the toilets on the second floor of the east building in school. It was our free period. Chad got there when I arrived followed soon by James and Devon, our newest fellow slaves.

There were four of us now. I hoped David would leave it at that, but I couldn’t really say. I had a suspicion the next guy he would take as a slave might be my best friend Matt. If he did decide to take more slaves I hoped it wouldn’t be him.

Yesterday morning David sent Chad to meet them and bring them in with a branch full of thorns. He didn’t even bother to come with him. He made sure beforehand that if any opportunity for escape became available Chad would run back to him.

“Hi Chad, James, Devon, how are you?” I felt a little weird. I barely saw James and Devon yesterday. When Chad came back to David’s house with them David gave me a quick shower (though it would’ve probably been quicker if he let me shower myself) and sent me back home. I had a nice day after that which I spent mostly with Jenny. But I knew he was tormenting the other three the whole time. He only contacted me later that night to tell me where and when to meet up at school today.

“You would have no idea. You didn’t have to put up with the monster all day yesterday. We did.” Said Chad, the others nodded.

Were they mad at me? It wasn’t my fault they got dragged into this, and they shouldn’t begrudge me one day of mostly being free, certainly not after I put up with this for almost a week now.

“You have no idea of the hell I went through this past week, just me and him. Even yesterday was no joy ride. After you left, Chad, David had to settle with just me again.”

I told them a little about how on Sunday morning David sat down to watch TV and absentmindedly had all kinds of fun with my body. He had me sit on his lap with one hand playing with my cock and the other poking fingers inside my asshole. He soon found my special spot inside, as he called it and used it to make me hard. Then he started flicking my cock, making it bounce up and down and from side to side. When he moved up to my nipples I found they were far more sensitive to the touch then usual and his pinching only helped make my hard-on grow harder.

He then flipped me over so my head and shoulders were on the couch seat next to him, supporting my weight, my back rested on the back of the couch, and my legs were flailing about in the air above. His fingers were in my ass again as his other hand played around with my hair, my face, my chest and my cock. He kept me like this for twenty minutes or so, using his fingers to bring me close to climax, and then withdrawing. Finally during a commercial break he turned his focus on me. I was panting by then.

He took off his shorts and sat on my head, putting his balls in my open mouth and instructing me to suck them. After his balls got their bath he placed his cock in my mouth and proceeded to put my cock in his. But while I sucked his cock he wasn’t so much sucking my cock as chewing it like a rubber toy. It made it clear that even as we were sixty-nining he was the only one in control. His fingers went inside me again and struck the point. His other hand grabbed my ball sack and squeezed. I came hard in his mouth and he came in mine. Blast after blast bombarded my mouth and I had no option but to swallow or choke.

He got off my face and lowered his face to mine. I thought he was coming in for a kiss but he wasn’t. He parted my lips with his fingers, brought his mouth to mine and let a mouthful of cum slip in my mouth. He whispered me to swirl it around my mouth a bit before swallowing.
He then laid me across the couch and drew up lying behind and above me. His show was back on and as he watched the end he stroked my hair, caressed my chest and nibbled at my ear. I could feel his cock on my ass-crack.

When the show was finally over he announced he was hungry and sent me to make him breakfast. I was hungry as well, he hadn’t fed me in over a day, but he ignored me when I told him. I made him scrambled eggs and a ham sandwich, and then stared at him as he ate. At one point he started coughing and spit a bit of the scrambled eggs on the floor.

On instinct my hunger drove me to jump to the floor, before he could say anything, and gobble up the scrambled egg. He looked at me and laughed. He then told me that if I was really that hungry he won’t deny me some of his leftovers.

I was shocked at what my hunger drove me to do. My humiliation was at a peak.

After that every third bite he took, he would spit the food, thoroughly chewed and covered with spittle, on the floor. And each time I dove for it hungrily.

It was humiliating but I felt like I might die if I didn’t eat enough. I was even glad that he made me lick the floor in every place the food had fallen. He said the floor must be kept clean, but I was glad no small amount of food went to waste.

As his, and my, breakfast went on he began to spit the food closer to his chair. Then he began poking me with his bare feet as I hunched beneath him to eat. At first he just poked at my sides, and then he got his feet beneath me and jiggled my balls. At one point he put his foot on top of my head and pushed it down until it was squashed to the floor. He held me that way, his other foot on my neck, for a few minutes as his toes wriggled in my hair. But still I was compelled to reach for every piece of food he dropped. He then dropped a piece of chewed sandwich and quickly stepped in it, squishing it in his toes. I had to hold his foot and lick between his toes to get all the food out, even though the taste was horrible. Lastly, as he was finishing he let a piece fall on his naked crotch. I stood on my knees before him licking his cock and balls, but this time not because he told me to, but because of my own hunger. When I was done he held me by my ears and told me what a good boy I was. I wriggled my butt and he smiled. It was then he told me I would have the rest of the day off. I was so happy that I happily kissed him back when he started kissing me. It was weird how I had gotten used to kissing him after all the times he forced me to kiss him. He was ruffling my hair when Chad entered the house with James and Devon.

James and Devon didn’t seem impressed with my story of Sunday morning. Of course I left a few bits out, like me eating the food he spit out, but I don’t think that would have impressed them much either.

“So he had a few fingers up your ass, and he made you swallow cum,” said Devon, “do you have any idea how many times he fucked me already? From what I understand he never fucked you.”

“No, he didn’t.” I confirmed. It felt weird to feel bad for being spared.

“You have no clue what we went through,” James said, “He not only fucked us. I would have loved to trade my day with him for any of yours.”

“James, you should feel lucky. He only fucked you once.” Chad pitched in.

“He only fucked me once. I was fucked a lot more times after that.” James nodded towards Devon.

“Don’t blame me,” said Devon a little defensively. He then turned to me as if to explain, “I was made to fuck him, it’s not like it was fun for me. And besides,” He turned back to James, “You should be happy it was me. I went gentle, not charging in and out crazy like that crazy faggot.”
“I’m not blaming you, but as for gentle, that’s not the problem. The problem is that your cock is much longer and thicker than David’s. Isn’t that right Chad?”

“It’s true, your cock hurts more than David’s no matter how gentle you try and do it, I can tell you that even though I had it in me just once.” It was obvious Chad didn’t like to think back on it, and he quickly changed the subject. “You should all be happy you didn’t go through what I went through. He tried to crush my balls; first with clips he made me put on myself and later with shoelaces and basketballs, clamps and all manner of other ways.”

“Oh, poor you.” James started in, “I was shaved clean. I have no hair below my neck. He told me that I’m a baby, not a man, and therefore shouldn’t have hair on my body. When I questioned him he said I was a bad baby, took me on my knee and smacked me on the ass a hundred times. I can barely sit in class.”

“You can’t sit?” Devon had tears in his eyes. “He stuck something in my ass, something big. And it’s still there. I can barely walk.”

“Don’t worry; I have every intention of getting it out of there at some point.” It was David, walking up towards us.

He came up to Chad first. “Good to see you all this lovely morning.” He reached out his hand as if to shake Chad’s hand. But Chad wasn’t extending his hand. David’s hand didn’t linger in the air but shot forward and grabbed Chad’s crotch. He held it, shook it firmly, as if in a proper handshake and let go as Chad gasped.

He then moved on to James. Chad was probably shocked and surprised, but James now had time to prepare himself and moved away. “Stay where you are, all of you.” David said.

He shook “hands” with James and Devon and then came to me. I thought I might avoid the shame of it by extending my hand to him but he brushed my hand a side and took my crotch as well.

Only mine, he was reluctant to let go after shaking. He kept a hold of my crotch, holding both my cock and balls, and pulled me closer to him. His other hand went to my ass and started kneading it through my pants.

David

How I missed the feel of Jesse under my fingers. It’s been barely 24 hours, and it felt like an eternity. And most of those 24 hours I spent with three prime hunks. But there was something about Jesse that was more than the way he looked – it was the way he felt, and the way he made me feel. Holding his cock and bubble butt, even through those pants, was like a drug for me. A drug I was denied for a time.

For a moment I didn’t care that we were in school, and that there was a chance someone could come up to this floor (though I knew it was small, this area was usually deserted on Mondays), I wanted to strip his clothes off right there. I had to restrain myself. I’ll have him all to myself again this afternoon at home, for now I had to be careful.

I let go of his butt and crotch and stood in front of him and just started into his eyes and ruffled his hair a bit.

I remembered now that I dreamt of him at night. About how I made him eat all the food I spit out, and made him think that he did it because he was hungry. I even made him forget he had dinner the night before. He looked so good, all humiliated by what he thought were his own free actions. It made me so hot that I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a few hours, hours I spent with the three other slaves.

I shifted my eyes back to them. They were hot, a wonderful addition to what I thought of now as my small Harem. Devon was big in almost every way. The others had an impressive figure for high-schoolers, but Devon had an impressive figure for an adult, though he was only 18, and He was taller than Chad by about 2 inches.. His dark hair was cut short, a little too short for my taste, but it was nice enough and soft.

James had a full head of thick, light blond, longish hair. It covered his ears and the back of his neck, and his long bangs covered his forehead. In many ways it was a lot like what I hoped to make of Jesse’s hairstyle when it got longer, though I’d keep Jesse’s hair color as is. He was shorter then all of them (he was even an inch shorter than me) and less muscled then them, but still lightly muscled. He was lean and had a very cute boyish figure. That was made more evident when I saw him naked for the first time and discovered his bubble butt was even bigger than Jesse’s.

Everything about his body screamed that his body was that of a kid, except the little hair he had on his stomach, chest and butt and obviously his pubes. That’s how the idea to shave him came to my head; I just wanted to make him look even younger. Of course he cried bitterly as I shaved him, but that only added to my control high. I even made him shave his own chest. After I washed him I positioned him in front of a full length mirror and made him look at his body, all hairless like a child. I fucked him up the butt from behind right there, with him stuck in place there with nothing he could do about it but cry. As I fucked him hard, and held his hair clutched in a fist with one hand, I looked at his reflection and saw him crying like a baby, and hairless like one. That’s when I started calling him baby, and then Baby Jamie.

I only fucked him that once though. I was distracted by the physical perfection of Devon’s body, and his huge cock. I licked it up and down and then I had him fuck Chad and James. I was almost tempted to have Devon fuck me too, but I wasn’t sure how bad it would hurt (the other two were left in tears, though they were crying most of that day) and I didn’t want Devon to have any feeling of control over me that early.

Instead I fixated on his muscles. I kneaded and caressed his big pecs, and bit into his big nipples. Later I jerked myself all over him. I also found his butt muscles were very strong. He could squeeze his butt hard, but I focused on teaching him how to open up. As with everything about him, his hole was bigger. I had no problem sticking three fingers inside of him, though he howled as I inserted them.

I sent him to the computer to learn what he could about fisting, while I played with James and Chad. I had Chad cum all over James in unison with me after I had masturbated myself in James’s hair.

I was getting a blow job from Chad and a ball bath from James when I talked to Devon about the fisting. He begged me not to go through with it. I told him we could go slower. So I started fitting objects up his butt, a pen, a marker, a flashlight. Finally I finished with leaving him with a big remote stuck up his butt. He was supposed to still have it in him.

That was all yesterday, today I had Jesse too. But for now all I had was an hour.

I surveyed my four slaves with satisfaction and had them go into the empty bathroom.

Once inside I had them all strip naked and stand at attention with their back against the wall.
I snapped my finger.

“When I snap my finger again in a minute or so you are going to forget me snapping my fingers both times, and everything that happened in between. You will still have to follow the orders I give you now, even though your conscious mind won’t remember me giving you those orders.” They all had a confused look on their face.

“James, when you start crying later, and you will cry, you will see a pacifier on the floor in front of you. You will get the feeling that sucking on the pacifier in your mouth will give you comfort. You’ll know of course that only babies suck on pacifiers, but the pain you will feel will be so bad, that after a few minutes you will give in to the desire to sooth yourself with the pacifier. As you suck it you will feel soothed by it, and so you will not be able to let it go until you stop crying. That is even though everyone here will look at you sucking at a pacifier like a baby and even though that will shame you very much. You will know that sucking the pacifier was your idea.” James’s eyes burned with fury, though I suspect he still didn’t understand that he won’t be aware of what I just told him when he sucks the pacifier.

“Chad,” I went on, “When I tell you to sit down on the floor you will start feeling pressure in your bladder, you will beg me to let you pee but I won’t. After five minutes you will pee where you sit. You will try and stop the flow of piss and in so doing only drench your stomach and chest.”

“Jesse, you will be in charge of cleaning out Devon’s butthole. You’ll be very afraid that I will think you did a bad job and punish you for it. To avoid that punishment you will clean his butt very thoroughly, even though I won’t specify to be so thorough, and even though Devon will protest. At first you will just use your fingers and water from the sink but later you will use tongue and then your own cock to get deep enough.”

Both Jesse and Devon were mad now. But I wasn’t done with Devon.

“Devon, you will protest Jesse’s advances on your butt, as you will know I gave Jesse no order to do what he does. But when his cock is inside your hole you will get very horny. It will make you play with your chest and tits. When Jesse tries to pull out, you will back up toward him and reach back and try to stop him. When his cock is finally out of your hole you will fall to the floor and in a daze you will masturbate yourself until you have ejaculated.”

They were all shocked now. They were made to be silent so no word escaped them but the looks on their faces were enough for me. I snapped my finger again.

The new shocked looks were gone, and all that was left were the annoyed and hateful looks from before.

“You can all talk and move freely, except you can’t raise your voices and you can’t leave this room. Now James, come over here, I have some presents for you.”

James walked over reluctantly. I took a small box out of my bag, and gave it to him. I told him to open it and show us all. The box had a baby bonnet, a baby bib, a baby bottle and a pacifier. “Just the things for a little baby like you.” I grabbed his juicy bubble butt and started kneading it. the box fell to the floor.

“Devon, come over here, I’ll have a look at what’s troubling you.”

As he walked I was distracted from the beauty of his muscles by the tip of a remote peeking out of his ass. The others were also watching it, with amazement and horror.

My one hand traveled now up James’s back caressing on the way, my other hand went to Devon’s pecs, squeezing and thumping them, while I talked to him.

“So, muscle guy, what’s it like having a remote in your ass for half a day?”

“It’s terrible, please take it out. Please David.”

“Oh, I had no idea you wouldn’t like it.” I said with mock compassion as my hand moved to his ass to grab the tip of the remote. But I didn’t pull it out I just jiggled it in place, making Devon jump, shake and grunt. “I don’t know if I have the strength to pull it out.”

I turned to James and could see him become tenser. My hand was by now on his head, ruffling his hair. I started pushing his head down. “On your knees, Baby Jamie!”

I positioned Devon with his back to the kneeling James. I stroked James’s hair as I told him: “Jamie, I want you to grab the tip of that remote sticking out of Devon’s ass with your mouth and teeth. Then pull the remote out of his ass.”

James took the mission like a trooper. He had to stick his nose up Devon’s ass crack to get close enough to bite down on the remote. It was hard for him to get a good hold on it with his teeth, it kept slipping from his hold when he moved his head back. He didn’t cry, which I was grateful for. It wouldn’t do for him to cry now, I wanted him crying only later.

Even when he did have a firm hold he couldn’t pull it back. So I let him put his hands on Devon’s ass cheeks to push and I made Devon loosen up his ass muscles. Only then did he finally start pulling out. At last the remote was out and James dropped it on the floor. I was holding his face to my crotch and petting him while giving them their orders.

“Devon, go to the toilet and empty your bowels. Then come out and let Jesse clean your ass out. Jesse, you make sure Devon’s ass is clean outside and inside, use water from the sink, and no paper towels. Chad. Pick up this remote and sit down on the floor here. Suck the remote clean. And finally Baby Jamie,” I looked down on him, “Get on all fours, and prepare to be fucked.”

Chad was sitting on the floor with the remote, cringing. Devon was in the toilet stall, Jesse was outside waiting for him with a nervous look on his face. James was now on all fours. I took my pants off and bent down to him. I had my cock on his crack and my hands on his thighs, and then I drove forward impaling him. He cried out, not loudly though, and started begging. Asking me to stop, saying he’ll do anything, begging for mercy. I reached down, grabbed his balls and squeezed. My other hand was slapping his butt. I was having fun, but mostly I was anticipating what was coming.

“David, I have to pee.” Chad was still licking the remote but he was shifting uncomfortably and speaking from the side of his mouth. “Can I please go the toilet?”

I could hear James crying now. My eyes were shifting between the back of his head and Chad. “No, you can’t. You have to stay there until I tell you otherwise.”

“Please, I can’t hold it. I’ll even take the remote with me in my mouth.” He was trying to bargain with me, cute.

“Not yet, I’ll let you go in ten minutes. But I warn you, if you piss on the floor you’ll have to lick it up.” He now looked resolved to hold it for ten minutes, unaware that he was under orders to piss himself in less than five minutes.

I could see James was looking at the box of baby items (I made sure it was in front of him now). I yanked his ball sack to the side roughly, making him cry more. When he reached his hand to the box I couldn’t control my excitement any longer and came inside him, unfortunately that stopped him. I then pulled out and splattered his back with my second splatter.

I lay my soft cock on his lower back and started drumming roughly on his shoulders. He was still crying.

Finally he reached again, took the pacifier and stuck it in his mouth.

“What’s this now, Baby Jamie? On your Knees!” he went up to his knees and I grabbed his face and turned it part way back so I could look him in the eyes. “You really are a baby, aren’t you?”

“No.” he answered through the pacifier in his mouth. His eyes were full of tears, his whole face in fact. And it was full of shame too. Devon just came out of the toilet, and was looking at James in wonder. So were Jesse and Chad, though Chad was obviously distracted, trying to control his bladder.

“Then why did you put the pacifier in your mouth?”

“Because it soothes and comforts me.” he gulped and a new wave of tears came from his eyes. He started to visibly suck on the pacifier, his whole body shaking.

I stroked his beautiful hair, “Well it certainly sounds like you’re a baby, maybe…”

I stopped at the cry from Chad as he lost the battle of control over his bladder. His hands were clasping his cock, trying to stop the flow. His mouth was still holding on to the remote, though it looked pretty clean now. The piss was spraying everywhere around him. I quickly moved away, grabbing James with me.

He was crying “No, no, no…” as the piss was drenching his chest, face and hair and pooling beneath him. Finally, his bladder empty, he stopped. His tears were now mixing with the piss on his face.

“Well you might be the baby Jamie, but Chad seems to be the one who should have a diaper, he can’t hold his piss for even a few minutes. Chad put that remote aside and go ahead and lick all your piss off the floor. You were warned.”

I sat down on a chair, which someone put in the bathroom, and had James stand next to me. I watched Chad get on his knees and start slowly licking the piss off the floor, while dripping piss from his body. Devon was watching too but was then distracted by Jesse’s fingers in his ass crack cleaning him, he tried moving away.

“Devon, you will let Jesse do whatever he needs with your body.”

With that Devon stopped struggling, but he was clearly annoyed. Jesse looked determined to do a good job of cleaning him.

Watching them all, Chad licking the floor, Jesse with his fingers probing Devon’s butt, James sucking on a pacifier right next to me, was a huge turn on. All of them being naked was of course a big plus. My Cock was rock hard again.

“Jamie, come stand over me.” I placed him with his legs spread a bit over my lap. Then drew him close, kissed his stomach and pulled him down to impale his butt on my cock.

He bit down on the pacifier and then started sucking on it harder as I bounced him on my cock. I had my hands on his waist at first but then moved them to his perky nipples which served as good handles to lift him up and bring him down again. His face was right in front of mine and I could see his red eyes pleading me. He was in pain, and he was scared and ashamed. Maybe I should have pitied him, but it just got me more turned on. The pacifier in his mouth made him look so cute. And his hair, though disheveled, was still beautiful. I grabbed his hair on each side of his head and brought his face closer to mine. I kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his chin, his nose, his forehead and then I started licking them. There was only one part of his face I couldn’t get, his mouth, still sucking his pacifier. I used one hand to take the pacifier out and ordered him to keep his mouth open. I kissed his unmoving mouth, and then I bit his lips and toyed with them using my tongue. Next I used my tongue to inspect his entire mouth, moving it across his teeth and tongue. My cock was in him when I tasted his sweet mouth and I came again inside him.

My cock was going soft, but still inside his hole. I took his head down to my shoulder and nestled it there while hugging him. I told him to hug me lovingly, and his arms felt so nice wrapping me.

Over his head I watched as Chad continued to clean the floor with his tongue. And Jesse had already inserted three fingers inside Devon’s hole. Devon was pleading with him to stop, saying that he was bound to be clean by now.

“You’re not clean yet.” Jesse flashed a quick look my way. “I don’t want to get spanked for doing a bad job. Anyway don’t you get that if I don’t do it he will, and he will be much rougher on you.”

But Devon kept telling him that it was clean enough.

I just kept looking, caressing James’s back. But when Jesse, obsessed with doing a good job cleaning out Devon went down on his knees and started, timidly, finding his way with his tongue, I decided James should watch this too.

I picked James up and turned him around, then sat him on my lap facing the rest of them. I put the pacifier back in his mouth and he was sucking on it again.

Jesse was now holding Devon’s butt cheeks apart and burying his face between them. His tongue was inside Devon’s hole, trying to push further in.

As the scene intensified I grabbed James’s cock and balls and started to masturbate him. I put my face close to his and started licking his ear.

Jesse gave up on his attempt to clean Devon with his tongue. He now stood up and started stroking his cock while speaking to Devon.

“I’m sorry Devon, but you’re still not clean. I have to get farther inside; I have to use my cock.” His eyes were moist, but his cock was getting harder.

“He didn’t tell you to fuck me, Jesse. Damn it! Think about it. You don’t have to do this. If you fuck me now it’s on you.” Devon was pleading, but he couldn’t move away.

Jesse’s cock was hard now and he was lubing it with his spit.

I realized my cock was also hard again. I lifted James up and sat him back down again this time with my cock inside him. His back was still toward me. I grabbed his cock and balls and started masturbating him again. Soon his cock was hard as well.

Devon was still telling Jesse that he didn’t have to do this when Jesse’s cock slowly entered him. He started to cry and continued to beg him to stop.

Jesse started thrusting in deep, telling Devon he doesn’t mean to hurt him, he just has to get as far inside as possible. But now Devon wasn’t begging anymore. His face changed to one of joy as a smile of ecstasy spread on his face. He started to grant in satisfaction at each of Jesse’s thrusts. Next his hands moved to his chest and he started caressing it, stopping a few times to pinch his own nipples.

Jesse was the troubled one now. “Man, what are you doing?” He continued to thrust a few more times and then started pulling out. “That’s as clean as I can get you.”

But Devon quickly backed up into Jesse, pushing him against the wall and holding him in place with his hands. “You can’t take it out now, Jesse. It feels too good in there. Please you can’t leave me like this.” His cock was hard by now.

Jesse straggled with him for a minute and finally won out. Pulling out of Devon and stepping away from him, holding his hands up defensively.

There was no need for him to fear though. As he pulled out Devon lost his strength and fell to the floor. His hands went to his hard cock and he started masturbating himself.

I was still masturbating James on my lap, but keeping him on edge. I kept bringing him close and stopping. I didn’t want to waste the cum of either Devon or James. I had Chad position himself in front of Devon, and Jesse in front of James and myself.

Devon blasted his cum first, drenching Chad, who was still wet with piss. I had James go a few seconds later soaking Jesse’s face and chest with his cum.

Time was running out by now. First I had them lick Jesse till he was clean, then I sat him on my lap and had the rest lick each other clean.

I cradled Jesse on my lap and started exploring his privates while talking to him.

“So, how did it feel to fuck Devon?”

“I didn’t like doing it, but it stimulated my cock.” He said ashamed. “I didn’t really fuck him; I just tried to clean him thoroughly. You ordered me to have him clean.”

“Well, I think he felt like you did fuck him, though he did seem to enjoy it.” One of my fingers reached his hole and started itching its way inside. “I should really be jealous, I fucked Devon lots of times yesterday and he never seemed that into it like he was with you. You seem to have the magic touch.” I tweaked his soft cock with my other hand. “Your girlfriend is going to feel very special, don’t you think?”

“It won’t be the same with her. I love her.”

“Yes, yes, love…”

I had two fingers inside him by now, playing. He was putty in my hands, there were so many things I could do to him and it was mostly just me stopping myself. Most times I couldn’t even tell myself why.

I made him stand on his knees in front of me. He was so sweet. I grabbed his hair with my hands, pulled him on to my cock, and made him suck. It only took a minute of me fucking his head until I ejaculated. I made him swallow every drop. I had no time to clean him again.

The rest were clean by the time I pulled out. I walked around them as they dressed and gave instructions while groping their butts and tousling their hair. I left first, making them wait a minute more in there. I imagined they had things to talk about.


Part 6

Devon

David loved torturing me. He tied things to my ball sack, he used my cock as a handle, and he inserted everything inside my ass. But the torture was only a small part of the time I was forced to spend with him.

He loved my body, and he spent a lot of time just playing with my pecs. He always said he wanted the others to have pecs as big as mine. Sometimes he would just sit on my lap and knead them for an hour or so. He would lift them up and watch them fall back to place. I just sat there, a frozen plaything. My pecs were a source of pride for me, I worked my ass off at the gym for years to get them, and now it felt like they weren’t mine anymore. They belonged to that perv who took so much pleasure from them that he used them as a tool for masturbation.
 My head and mind hanging above them were bonus features, but not something to make him consider that I was a person too.

All that was very painful and humiliating, but being with Jesse was, in a way, worse.

I didn’t understand what happened that day in the bathroom. Jesse had his fingers, inside me, and then his tongue. I struggled against him as much as I could (which was almost not at all because of David) but then his cock penetrated me and everything changed. His cock felt like heaven inside my ass. I could feel it there lighting all my senses. I felt at peace and on fire at the same time. It honestly felt better than sex. Even after he left me, I still felt so horny I had to get off.

I couldn’t understand it. David fucked me a few times the day before. What was it about Jesse? And what did it say about me? Was I gay? Was I bi? I never had any kind of feelings about a guy, but now…

Seeing Jesse around school and in our private sessions with David was terrible. On one hand I wanted to confront him for fucking me in the first place (David didn’t actually tell him to fuck me) but on the other hand I couldn’t explain my own feelings. I was ashamed of what he thought of me.

I dreaded him fucking me again, but at the same time a part of me yearned for it. That part got it’s wish two days later when David made Jesse fuck me. I bit my lip, thinking that even if it did turn me on again, this time I would control myself. I failed.

If anything, that second time was even better. I came less than a minute after he started, without even touching my own cock. I grunted in pleasure and begged him to go on. It just felt so wonderful. I could see Jesse’s expression; he was shocked, afraid, ashamed and a little revolted.

After it was over David asked me how it felt and I had to admit in front of Jesse that I loved it.
David had me with him every other day, but never together with Jesse after that last time he fucked me. I was grateful for that. Even seeing Jesse in school was too weird now. But still a small but growing part of me wished that David will make Jesse fuck me again.

It was Saturday morning when David announced that he was finally ready to put his whole fist up my ass. I would have run or screamed if I could. As it was I just started crying and begging.

“Because this is a big day for you, I brought something that might help you.” He said as he marched me into the living room.

Jesse was standing there, naked. My eyes darted to his cock and I actually felt relief. Maybe it wouldn’t be all pain today. He laid me on the couch, and started working on my ass at once. He spread my cheeks and started inserting fingers. Two fingers were nothing for me now, but I knew he wasn’t going to stop there.

“Jesse, put your cock in Devon’s mouth.” He said.

What the hell? I did suck David off twice already. He said I was shit at it and that my ass was much more fun. It was horrible. The taste of cock and semen in my mouth made me gag. Just the thought of having to suck cock today was startling, even as I knew David’s whole hand was going to invade me on the other end.

I closed my mouth stubbornly, but it only took a minute for David to realize what I was doing and order me to open up for Jesse’s cock. He had four fingers in by now. I was prepared for the worse at both sides.

But when Jesse’s cock touched my tongue everything changed. It was the sweetest thing I ever tasted, and it was like an aphrodisiac. I felt my soft cock twitch at once. He moved the cock further along and the aroma of it was wonderful. I gulped it down and started sucking at once. The harder it got in my mouth the better it felt. The first drops of precum only served to enhance my excitement.

I had my hands around his ass pulling him further in whenever he tried to pull out. My nose was in his pubes, but even that smelled great.

When he finally came inside my mouth I came on the couch at the same time. I swallowed his sweet cum. My hands slacked and he pulled out of my mouth.

As my euphoria was dying down I could suddenly feel the pain from my backside. My asshole was completely stretched and I felt fingers waggling inside me at a new depth. I felt frozen but at David’s command Jesse held a mirror up and lifted my head so I could look through it.

David had his arm stuck inside of me and he was laughing as his other hand spanked my ass softly. Jesse was crying softly. I heard myself screaming as loud as I was allowed.

James

My life turned into a nightmare, a hell I shared with a few others. I was a plaything, a dummy, a prisoner in my own flesh. And as bad as things got I knew they could get even worse. David could do whatever he wanted with me, with any of us.

From my talks with the others I realized they couldn’t imagine how far he could go. But, unfortunately, I could. He could have us eat shit, he could make us do violent crimes, steal, kill people, he could make us live in agony all day every day and not be able to say a word, he could even make us kill ourselves. I didn’t tell the others all of that, they were too distressed when I just mentioned some of the things he could do.

Maybe even worse than that, I had no Idea how much control he could have on our minds. I had a suspicion that when Devon got turned on by Jesse fucking him, he was actually made to feel horny by David. Devon himself didn’t understand what happened and seemed pretty freaked out. I was going to tell him about my suspicion but then thought it better to keep my mouth shut.

If David could make Devon horny, without Devon realizing it, than he could manipulate our thoughts and memories. That meant that if Devon or I confronted David about the subject he could just wipe the whole notion from our minds.

I didn’t want him messing with my mind. Though the more I thought about it, it seemed like maybe it would have been better if he did mess with my mind. If we were forced to be his sex slaves, wouldn’t it be better for us to like it. If he made us gay then we would at least get some joy out of the sex.

I had all these thoughts floating in my head and kept them quite... at least for a week.
It was more than a week after I became David’s slave that I was with him at my house, in my room. He was coating my chest with ice-cream and licking it up. The cold was giving me tremors. I tried to block out what was happening to me by thinking. And that’s when he asked me what I was thinking about. I had to answer him truthfully and with a few more coaxing questions he got it all out of me.

When I was done explaining myself he started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing? Is it true? Did you make Devon react to Jesse like that?” I asked.

I was sitting up on my bed now. He sat in front of me, stretching his legs to my chest, using his toes to massage my pecs. When his laugh died down he answered.

“Yes, I did make him get excited by Jesse, though of course you’re not allowed to tell anyone.” He lifted one of his feet to caress my neck. “Not that I need to answer your questions but I will tell you why I laughed. But first tell me, why do you suck on a pacifier when you cry?”

“I do it because it helps me relax, it sooths me.”

It did sooth me, but it was also a compulsion. Whenever I cried I felt I had to suck on a pacifier. I tried sucking on my fingers, but it didn’t have the same effect. And David always had a pacifier with him in his pocket so when I started crying he always offered it to me. It was very humiliating, but it did help. I couldn’t understand why he asked me about it again now. I had a feeling in the back of my head that there was something just beyond my understanding.

“What if I told you that the feelings you get from sucking on the pacifier are my doing just like Devon’s feelings from Jesse’s cock?”

No, that couldn’t be. Sucking on the pacifier was my idea, I knew it made me feel better.
“That’s not true. I know how I feel.”

“Just like Devon knows.” He smiled broadly.

Oh no, could it be? Just like Devon had no idea, neither would I. How could I have been so blind to the idea that he already did something like that to me? This was scary on a whole other level.

“Oh god, even now that you know the truth you’re having trouble believing it.” He smiled as he moved one of his feet to my mouth, and pinched my lips between his toes. “What’s even funnier is that you won’t know what feelings I put inside your mind, and what feelings are yours.”

It was true. I still found it hard to believe he actually made me suck on pacifiers. Even though he told me, the knowledge felt wrong. And who knows what other feelings he put in me, what other thoughts. Did he make me like the girls I liked? Will he make me not like them?

I was driving myself crazy with all this paranoid thinking. I had to relax. I took deep breaths. As I did the aroma from David’s foot on my lips assaulted my nose. His foot smelled so good. Maybe it tasted as good as it smelled. I could use a distraction. It was wrong, I knew, but maybe if I just touched his foot with my tongue…

Chad

I was nothing but a toy to play with. Whether it was at his house, at my house or at James’s house, David had fun playing with me. “Horsy” was one of his favorites. He sat on my back and rode me around James’s big empty house. He held on to my hair and made me go as fast as I could on all fours.

Obviously he fucked me, my ass and my mouth. He rubbed his crotch all over me and got off on it. He would regularly ejaculate on me. He also took to pissing in my mouth and making me swallow most of it and keep a bit in my mouth for the taste to stay longer.

Some of the time he would just sit on a couch and read or watch TV while I serviced him in different ways. A lot of the times it was me and someone else, James or Jesse or Devon. The services differed, usually involving licking him. Licking his balls, cock, ass and feet was the worst. But sometimes it was just licking behind his ear or his neck. It was weird though that James seemed extra anxious about licking him, and only seemed to relax while licking his feet.
Sometimes I was just made to lie down over his lap as he absentmindedly probed my asshole for a long time. Other times he did the same with his hand exploring inside my mouth or both hands digging in my hair, tousling it and trying to style my hair in different ways.

Often enough servicing him was just modeling in front of him, one or two of us. Though that sometimes escaladed into him making us do stuff like fucking each other or giving on another blowjobs. I was pretty nervous about fucking Devon. I was afraid he would act like he did when Jesse fucked him, but luckily he didn’t. I could see he was relieved as well.

At least all those things he made us all do. There were two kinds of things he did only or mostly to me.

One was spanking. Almost every time I was with him he took me over his lap at some point and spanked my ass until it became red and I was left crying.

The second thing was not as painful but in a way worse. You see all that other stuff was horrible but at least it was private. No one saw it except for David and the others. The second thing he reserved only for me was public humiliation.

It started a few days after I became his slave. It was an evening I got to spend without David, when suddenly he called me on the phone. He gave me instructions for the next day at school. I pleaded with him not to make me do it, though I knew by now that begging won’t help with him. He just hung up on me.

That next day I had no choice but to follow his instructions. After gym I showered and dried myself with the towel. I then made some excuse to go out to the school hallway with just my towel around my waist covering me. Devon followed me out and yanked the towel off, leaving me naked. I made a show of trying to get back in the shower room but being stopped by Devon. Devon was bigger than me, but if I had control I would have been able to get past him. It didn’t matter though because I didn’t have control over the scene. David was in the hall and though he didn’t say anything or look more than anyone else that was there, he was in control.
I run up and down the hallway, screaming and cursing. I fell a few times. Everyone there got a good look at my body. A few people got their phones out and took pictures or videos of me. I kept running naked around the school, supposedly not knowing where to go until a teacher caught me and covered me with a blanket. I was crying by then, and everyone could see.
Devon and I both got sent to the principle. It wasn’t Devon’s fault of course, and not my fault either, but we couldn’t explain ourselves.

From then on David gave me instructions on how to humiliate myself at school every day. Usually it wasn’t so bad. I got hard-ons that I couldn’t control, I farted out loud sometimes in class or when talking to people. He made me piss a bit in my pants twice, giving myself a small, barely noticeable wet spot. One time he had me bring a chocolate milk drink and accidently pour it all over my face.

Other things he made me do were to scratch my ass or crotch at odd times and way too much. For a few days every time the school bell rang I jiggled my ass for half a minute. I tried to make it into a joke, but it was a hard sell.

But as I said those weren’t that bad. It was worse when he had me drop my pants accidently to reveal that I had a pink thong underneath (he made me wear it).

He got me a sports bottle to carry to classes. Every day it was filled with either cum, piss or a combination of the both. I had to drink it up before school ended, and only during classes where he could casually watch.

At one point he switched tactics. I wouldn’t remember getting any instructions from him. Then suddenly while talking to a girl I would fart out loud, and only then the memory of the instruction would surface, usually accompanied with the smell I let out.

That way I had no way of preparing myself for what I was going to do. Each day I surprised myself. Like on the day that during basketball when I fell and hit my knee and started sobbing like a baby on the floor. Or the day I suddenly found myself in the middle of a class jerking off through my pants with half the class watching in amazement. I could see David watching as well and smiling, as the memory of him giving me the command to do it resurfaced in my head.
Only one time did he actually touch me himself in public. We just finished a class together and he came toward me and said that I had a small piece of paper in my hair and offered to take it out. I accepted his offer as instructed. He put his hands in my hair and started ruffling it like he did so many times in private. No one paid us too much attention but there were still people in the class that could see us. He had his hands in there for at least two minutes. Some of that time one of his hands would grab and pull at my hair, but I was under instructions to act like I didn’t feel the pain. He bent his head close to my scalp, as if to look close. I could feel as two big dollops of spit fell from his mouth to my head and he rubbed them in.

When he was finally done he made a show of showing me a small piece of shredded paper he got out.

“Thank you David.” I said, with a false smile on my face.

“You’re welcome Chad.”

Jesse

Things were actually getting better. That is better for me at least. David spread his time with us, so we all got free time, but he defiantly went softer on me.

The fact was that he was fucking all of them but me. He also made me give him less blowjobs. While I was the first one to get spanked, now he didn’t spank me at all, except lightly in joke. Of course he still played his little games with me. Making me lick his body, licking mine or eating food off it, rubbing himself over me and ejaculating over me, ruffling my hair, and of course playing with my butt. But all those things the others suffered as well, and far worse. There was really only one thing that he did with me that he didn’t do with the others – sleep.
He would lie next to me in bed and sleep with his body pressing close to my body. He did sleep with Chad that first night, but after that he only slept with me. If the others spent the night, they spent it on the floor.

I was still dating Jenny. Chad and Devon weren’t dating anyone steady, James was seeing a girl for a few weeks but it didn’t matter, David didn’t let them date anymore. He told them that they were his and he didn’t feel like sharing.

The night I heard that he didn’t let them date, I wanted to ask David why he let me date Jenny. I was afraid though. It didn’t matter at the end. When we were lying in bed together he asked me what I was thinking about and I told him.

He kissed my neck and told me I was different. He said I wasn’t just a slave to him, that I was special. I didn’t get what he meant, but I didn’t push the subject. I was grateful anyway.

One thing that did change for the worse, in a way, since the others joined as slaves was the Devon situation. I couldn’t really blame David. He made the others fuck Devon and he made Devon fuck the others, so it wasn’t that when he made me fuck Devon he was singling me out. He actually only made me fuck Devon once, the first time I just knew that I had to stick my cock up his ass, as weird as that sounds. And he made me put my cock in his mouth one time too.

The problem was the way Devon reacted. Devon, who I knew had sex with girls, who I could have sworn was straight, and who looked miserable when anyone else fucked him. But when I fucked him he became a horny animal. Even when I just put my soft cock in his mouth he sucked it like it was candy, like he couldn’t get enough.

I thought about talking to him about it, but didn’t know what I could say. He tried his best to avoid me, so I let him.

Other than that my life was actually falling into a routine, splitting my time between Jenny and David.

Tonight I had a date scheduled with Jenny, but at school David told me that I was to come over to James’s house two hours before my date. I would have loved to avoid meeting David just before my date, but I knew that begging wouldn’t help.

We met at James’s house a lot because his house was very big and his parents were almost never around so the house was usually empty. James used to throw big parties in his house, now it was just David’s small parties.

That night I came in through the back as we were made to always do. David was in the big living room with James and Devon, all of them were naked.

“Jesse, good to see you.” David greeted me. “Take your clothes off.”

As I undressed I observed the scene. All three of them were sitting on the couch. James was crying softly, probably due to the big metal clips that were attached to his nipples, and as usual sucking on his pacifier. Devon’s eyes were wet, but he wasn’t crying now. His nipples looked red and perky. I guessed the clips were on him before.

“I have two surprises for you Jesse. The first one is right here.” He turned his head and called out, “Chad, get in here!”

Chad came through the other door. He was naked and holding on to something in his hand. As he entered I realized it was a leash. And on the other end of the leash, crawling on the floor behind him was my best friend Matt.

“Matt here is my new dog, aren’t you boy.” David said and reached out to ruffle Matt’s hair. I could see now that Matt had a short tail sticking out of his butt. He didn’t look unhappy. He had a stupid look on his face, his tongue was sticking out of his mouth, and he seemed to like David’s affection. Chad was standing motionless beside, still holding the leash that was attached to a collar around Matt’s neck.

David stroked Matt’s back and continued speaking, “I made him my slave today after school. We already had a lot of fun. This dog state is just a thing I’m checking out. So far I like it. Matt, roll on your back for me!” Matt rolled on his back like an obedient dog. David tickled his stomach, making Matt’s legs waggle in the air.

“I’m not going to keep him like this always. You know I like my slaves to understand what I’m doing to them.” He looked up at Chad. “I am going to like trying this out on Chad here.” He laughed and swatted Chad’s ass with his hand. Chad just stood there like as statue. I could see he was terrified.

“James, Devon, go to the kitchen and start making dinner like I told you.” Devon and James got up and started walking to the kitchen. “Wait! Devon, take Baby Jaime’s clips off his tits and put them on the table here.” Devon did as ordered and James yelled a bit from the pain, then David let them continue to the kitchen.

“Chad, drop the leash and go sit on that couch there”, He pointed to the other side of the living room, “Take that dildo from the counter I showed you before. Sit there and lift your legs up to your head so that your hole is facing us. Then start working the dildo in and out of your hole.”

Matt was still on his back on the floor in front of David. David was now using his toes to play with Matt’s balls, while Matt was just smiling up to him. I didn’t know if this was considered normal dog behavior, but it wouldn’t surprise me if David made some changes.

“Jesse, come and sit beside me here.” He motioned to the couch beside him.

“The second surprise will make you happy. You’ll see.” He told me as I sat down. “Now, you are on a schedule tonight so we should move on. Matt, return to normal!”

Matt’s face suddenly changed. His feet and hands, which were raised in the air like a dog, now dropped. He used them to slip away from David’s feet. He frowned as his eyes darted from my face to David’s. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Jesse, what’s going on? What’s happening here? How did I get here.” as he talked his hand shot back and yanked the tail out of his butt.

“Matt, we don’t have much time here so shut up!” David started speaking over him and Matt was forced to be silent, I could see he was panicking, “Stand up in front of the couch and don’t move.”

“Doesn’t he know what you did to him?” I asked as Matt got to his feet.

“I erased his memories of when I made him a slave. I thought it would be fun to see him suddenly helpless. The last thing he remembers is leaving the school today and then finding himself here at my feet.” Matt was breathing hard. I could now understand his huge panic. Not that my enslavement was fun, but at least it was a little gradual. Even Chad had more time to digest things before finding himself totally helpless.

“The thing is,” David went on, “Now I don’t really have time. I want to concentrate on you for the two hours I have you.”

“So maybe you should give him his memories back.” I tried, not that it will help that much, Matt would still be a slave.

“Well, you’re right, I should at least give him back the memories of what his dog-self did.” He smiled at me, knowing that was not what I meant. “Matt, you can now remember all the things you did when you were a dog.”

Matt’s face flushed red and tears formed in his eyes. I had no idea what sort of things David made him do as a dog. Unfortunately that was when David decided to take a few minutes to tell me.

Matt as a dog pissed and shat in James’s back yard. He sniffed his own shit, as well as David’s feet and ass. He tried to lick his own cock and balls and when he failed he went to lick David’s cock and balls and those of the other slaves. He licked other body parts as well like Devon’s big pecs and James’s big bubble butt. And his body was groped all over by David, who also came all over him twice. The only possible bright spots were that the only thing to enter his butt was the butt-plug with the tail extension, and that he wasn’t harmed physically.

“But, I should really let Matt tell you what he thought was the worst experience.” He turned his face to Matt. “Matt, I’m going to let you speak again soon, but I don’t have time for yelling and insolence from you. By now you know what I can do, so you know you shouldn’t make me mad enough to punish you.” He gave Matt a hard look. “Now you may speak freely.”

Matt’s mouth opened and he just sobbed for a minute. Muttering, “Why? Why?”

“Just relax a little Matt, now tell Jesse here what was the worst part of your dog adventures from this afternoon.”

I could see that Matt physically relaxed. He was still crying as he spoke. “I licked deep inside Chad’s asshole and I could taste his shit. Then he held my hair and pressed my face hard to his hole. He cursed me and then he farted into my mouth and laughed.”

I expected David to laugh or smirk when he heard that, as he did when he told me about the things he made Matt do, but his face was suddenly deadly serious. He stood up and started walking toward Chad on the other side of the living room. I was so immersed in Matt that I hardly noticed Chad sitting there already fucking himself with the dildo, his hole in plain view. He was still moving the dildo in and out but his eyes were on David approaching him and he was shaking.

“So, you thought you can use a loophole in my orders to do something I didn’t ask for? And for what, so you can take your vengeance on someone who did nothing to you? Why the hell did you do this?” David was standing over Chad and shouting. I could see Chad answer the questions, but in a voice so low I couldn’t hear his answers. But then I could hear his yells of pain as David executed quick punishment. I saw him grab Chad’s balls and begin to pull, but then I averted my eyes.

I turned to Matt who was still standing there. I reached my hand to his arm and held it. “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this too. I wish I could help you.” I hoped David couldn’t hear me over Chad’s yelling and crying.

Matt couldn’t move, but he looked at me. “I don’t understand. How did this happen to us?”
“It doesn’t matter. He has a way to make people his slaves. Don’t speak if you don’t have to. Don’t try to resist, it’s pointless. It will only lead to worse pain.” I nodded toward the yelling Chad behind him. “Stay strong inside.”

Poor Matt didn’t deserve all this. His life was hard enough as it was. Though David probably thought he had a sweet life as one of the popular kids. That was just the surface with Matt.
I could hear David talking now over Chad’s cries and yells. “I have other things to do now. Don’t think I’m done punishing you.” I moved my hand away from Matt.

David came back and sat down next to me. I could see Chad sobbing and shaking. His hand was still moving the dildo in and out of his hole.

“Well I wasted too much time.” David, looked up at Matt and then at me. “Jesse put Matt’s balls in your mouth and start sucking them.”

I moved to obey. Matt was my closest friend. We were drifting apart recently, but that was only because David hardly let me hang out with friends. I hated making him feel left out when I gave him excuses all this last month, but there was nothing I could do. At least now he knew why I was being weird.

Sucking on his balls was odd as well, obviously. David was stroking Matt’s cock at the same time. It didn’t surprise me that Matt’s cock soon became hard. Not long after that I felt his balls stir and he came.

David made sure the cum went all over my hair and he rubbed it in. I didn’t know what that meant for my chances of getting out of there to see Jenny that night. I couldn’t go with cum in my hair. I hoped he wouldn’t make me do that.

David looked pleased, “That was nice. I think it’s important to milk my slaves often.” he pulled at Matt’s cock taking the last drops of cum and depositing them on my tongue.

He had Matt turn his back to us, and took his butt cheeks in his hands. “Your friend has nice meaty globes.” He started kneading them. “And so white. I think they should be redder.” He turned to me with a smirk. “I’m going to give you a choice. Either I spank his sweet butt 60 times while you watch or you can spank him 30 times as I watch.”

I didn’t see the choice here. I knew firsthand how painful it was to be spanked by David. When I got spanked I would have done almost anything to lessen the amount of strikes I got. Sure it would be sad and weird for me, and it would be weird for Matt to have me spank him, but it would hurt him less.

David had Matt lay on my lap with his bare butt sticking up. David sat on a chair in front of me, close enough to reach us both. He looked me in the eyes and told me that he will count and on his count I will strike. He then suddenly moved his hand and spanked Matt himself. I think Matt’s cry was more of surprise than of pain “That was just a demonstration of how hard I expect your smacks to be. If I think you’re going soft on him I’ll take over and give him 100 spanks.”

And so we started. I hit him hard as I knew I must. And when he started crying, at the 17th stroke, I started crying as well. His butt was becoming red and hot and at each slap he yelled. After the 25th stroke he started mumbling between sobs, he begged “Please stop, please.” I couldn’t tell who he was asking, me or David. But surprisingly David stopped.

He put his hands on Matt’s red butt and started kneading it again, causing Matt to gasp. He then opened the butt cheeks apart and asked me if I was willing to stick a finger inside. He made sure not to say it as an order.

“Come on David, he’s in pain. Just let me finish and be done with it. We said 30 strokes and that’s it.”

His hand flew to my face and slapped me on the cheek. Then he grabbed my cum soaked hair and twisted it making my whole head jerk to the side.

“If I want I can still just make you give him 100 spanks right now and then give him myself another 100. And maybe give you the same. Now the number of spanks you need to give him went up to 45. You should thank me for not going higher.”

He let go of my hair and pushed Matt’s butt cheeks apart again.

I reached my hand to the opening. “Thank you David for not having me spank Matt more than 45 times.” I hoped to get him in a better mood. I was dreading he might start the count again at one and not at 26.

I pushed my finger inside Matt’s butt and then David inserted a finger of his own next to mine. Matt moaned and continued crying. David instructed me on how to wriggle my finger inside him. I did as he said and tried to pretend I was doing something else.

Then we went back to the spanking. David restarted the count at 26 as I hoped. But still by the time we finished Matt went from crying out, to yelling, to sobbing uncontrollably. My hand stung and my eyes were full of tears.

David started caressing Matt’s butt after I was finished and then he called Devon back from the kitchen. “How is dinner going?” his hands were now making circles on Matt’s butt cheeks.

“It’s coming along fine sir.” Did Devon just call David sir?

David turned to me, “Devon and James now have to call me sir when they answer a direct question. I like the ring of it.” he turned to Devon again. “Lift Matt here in your arms,” he gave Matt’s butt a pinch, “and take him to that couch there.” He pointed at the other side of the big living room, close to where Chad was still fucking himself with a dildo. “Lay him down gently on his stomach.”

As Matt was lifted off my lap David sat next to me again. He put his hand on my thigh and stroked it. “Now, I’ll tell you the second surprise. Your date with Jenny tonight isn’t going to go as you planned.”

Damn it. I should have known when he asked me to come here tonight. He isn’t going to let me go. Or worse, he’ll let me go and make me do something I don’t want to do. I suspected for some time that he might make me break up with Jenny.

“What’s with the frown Messy Jesse?” He asked. His hand moved to ruffle my hair. I could feel the chunks of dried up cum in it.

“I’m sad that you’re changing my plans for my date with Jenny. I don’t know why you told me I could go out with her and then changed things.” Now I worried that I crossed a line, it was better not to criticize David. But he wasn’t mad, he just laughed.

“Silly Jesse, I’m not doing anything to change your date, Jenny is. She booked a hotel room. You’re going to fuck a girl tonight.”

I looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re probably thinking how do I know. Devon heard his sister talking about it with Jenny’s sister. You know how girls gossip. Anyway I sent James to investigate today at school and it really is happening.”

I was shocked; shocked that it was going to happen; shocked to find out like this. This night was going to be huge and here I was naked on a couch with David caressing my chest. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well, I thought that in order to make sure you don’t ejaculate too soon I’ll let you blow one load here. Devon, suck off Jesse’s cock.” He smirked, “I think you know how to do it.”

Devon was hesitant as usual, until his lips touched my cock. Then he went to town, slurping my cock and burying it deep in his throat. It took some ball massage from Devon and nipple stroking from David, but I finally came in Devon’s mouth.

The last half hour at James’s house I spent with David in the shower. He made sure I was clean in every way for my big night. He even rubbed my feet so they’ll look nice. Finally he styled my hair and dressed me in brand new clothes he bought for me.

I didn’t understand why he was so excited, but I was thankful anyway.

I left the house with a smile and then remembered I was leaving Matt there, not knowing what more he would have to endure tonight. But there was nothing I could do about it now. I decided to enjoy my night. I’ll see Matt tomorrow, I was ordered to come back in 24 hours.


Part 7 

David

I was filled with conflicting emotions. I was happy for Jesse but sad that he didn’t care for me like he cared for Jenny. I told myself that now that he’ll lose his cherry with Jenny, like I promised him he could, I would be free to fuck him. But what I wanted from Jesse was more than just sex.

I tried keeping my mind occupied while I waited for Jesse to come back. Luckily I had lots to do. First thing was to make sure Chad paid for what he did.

Sure it was fun to think of him farting into Matt’s mouth but the thing is that he did it without my knowledge. He admitted it himself. He abused Matt so he could feel like he has control. Well, it was control he took from me and I was going to make him regret it.

I sat Chad on my knees facing me. I moved my hands over his body. He wasn’t allowed to talk or move. He could only listen.

“Oh Chad, you really make me have to look for new ways to hurt you.” I traced my finger from his chin to his groin. “But don’t worry, there is still a lot I can do. On Monday you’re going to understand how merciful I was when I had you dribble a little piss in your pants. You are going to shit yourself in the middle of class. You’ll empty your bowels and your bladder at the same time. And that’s not the end of it.” I wiped the tear that rolled under his eye. “When this happens you won’t run from the class, you will fall to the floor sobbing, crying out loud, yelling that you shit yourself like a baby. If it’s any consolation, people will probably pity you more than mock you. I want you to imagine it now.” I could see that he was picturing it in his head; tears run free across his face now. I grabbed his nipples roughly and twisted them. His eyes were on me again. “But that day will seem like the best day ever in comparison to the adventures I mean to take you to on the next weekend. We’ll travel to the city where Devon will pimp you out as a whore. You’ll service 20 men or more, some might have weirder kinks than I have. You will obey them like a good little whore slave, you’ll do your best to please them, and when you’re done you’ll tell me all about it in detail. Picture that in your mind now.” he was sobbing silently and I threw him on the ground.

I reached down and grabbed his balls roughly. “For now just remember that this is mine.” I let his balls go and grabbed his cock, pulling it up. “And this is mine.” I grabbed his two nipples. “And these are mine.” I shoved four fingers in his mouth and used the thumb to hold his jaw, “And this is mine.” I grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled it up until he had to kneel, “and this is mine.” And finally I moved behind him and held his two butt cheeks and yelled at him, “And these are mine, and the hole between them, and everything else.” I shoved him down on all fours and fucked him in rage, relishing in my full control over this asshole and his asshole.

Later on I relaxed. I read, and watched television, having Matt, James and Devon serve me. Chad was running around on four, happy, licking everything in sight. It made me uneasy to see him happy but I wanted to relax, so I had to calm myself. Anyway I knew that later when I will release Chad from the dog state the memory will burn in him. I managed to relax and decided to fuck my newest slave. I had him in James’s bedroom, on the bed, lying down beneath me where he belonged.

Something was different about Matt. He didn’t react like the others. I knew he was holding some secret and made him tell me.

He was gay. The little hunk with his fabulously tanned and smooth skin, flowing brown hair and green eyes was gay just like me.

I wasn’t sure what to think about it. The thoughts seemed to cloud in my head and I couldn’t understand how that made me feel. Was I happy? Was I sad? Was I mad? Why should it matter to me? Does it?

To clear my head I went to play with James and Devon. I left Matt to fix dinner alone. Chad was playing with a chew-toy in a corner.

I started with me and Devon fucking James on both sides. I took his bubble butt first and then switched to his face. I loved fucking James’s face, I could use his long hair to pull him closer and jerk his head around. There was nothing like the feel of long, soft, blond hair between my fingers.

I had James fuck Devon and then inserted a finger alongside James’s hard cock. Moving my fingers and controlling both their movements made it all feel very special, but there wasn’t really much I could do with it.

I then decided to play with their minds a little.

Devon and James were contrasts. Devon so big and muscled he could pass for more than twenty, James was much smaller and especially with all his body hair shaved he looked very young. So I made a significant adjustment to their mind that emphasized that difference between them.

Devon now believed he was James’s father and James believed he was Devon baby. Not just that, but they both believed that James could drink milk out of Devon’s tits. Other than that they were basically the same. Facts – like they were in the same class; Devon was male; James was 18; They were both my slaves – were known to them, they just didn’t encroach on the part of their mind that told them that Devon was supposed to breastfeed his baby son James.

I also made James very hungry.

I sat with them at my sides waiting patiently until James spoke.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

Devon turned to me, “Please sir, can I feed my son now.”

“Please sir, I’m very hungry.” James added when I stayed silent. It was hard for me to not laugh out loud.

“Fine, go ahead. Stay here though.” I wasn’t going to miss this.

James got up and sat Devon’s lap. Devon grabbed his legs with his left hand and cradled his head and back with his right hand. Basically holding him like a woman would hold a baby in order to feed him. Only James was a very big baby. Luckily Devon was just big and strong enough to be able to hold him like that. Next James put both his hands on Devon’s big right pec, pressing on it, brought his mouth to the nipple and started sucking it hard for milk. Both of them were naked, obviously.

The whole scene was so hot I got hard in a second. I took my cock out of my boxers (I would usually wear just my boxers while my slaves were around) and started masturbating on the spot. Soon I changed my position so I could rest my crotch on them. I pressed my cock and balls up to Devon’s hand holding James’s back, to James’s hair, to Devon’s strong arm hold James in place. Mostly I didn’t have to do anything, the action before me was such a turn on.

Devon and James were used to me masturbating on them, so they weren’t that surprised. They had no idea why I should be extra excited now. What they were doing seemed perfectly normal to them.

Finally I came and spurted cum over their faces and over Devon’s chest. Some of the cum dribbled into James’s mouth, while he worked on sucking. He tried to wipe the cum away, but I told him not to.

They were both getting frustrated that no milk was coming out and so decided to switch and try the other nipple. I started laughing at the absurdity of it. They looked at me confused, not sure why I was laughing.

Soon after, Matt came to call us for dinner. He was shocked by what he saw. I took him aside and told him not to comment on what Devon and James were doing.

We all proceeded to the dining room. I told Devon that he might start producing milk if he ate. So Devon sat there, with James still sucking him for milk, and tried to eat. It was hard for him so I had Matt feed him. In a way Devon was now treated like a baby.

I ate my food happily. Chad was now licking at my feet and begging to eat. I threw a sausage on the floor and then stepped on it. Chad the dog didn’t seem to care as he ate around my foot and then proceeded to lick under my foot for the scraps. I grabbed his head by the hair and raised his head upward. He whimpered in pain, like a frightened puppy would. I spit a piece of chewed up sausage from my mouth and let go of him. He immediately scampered after it and ate it with a doggy smile.

That was when Jesse returned, back from his free day. He entered the room and surveyed the scene before him, Chad licking up scraps from the floor like a dog, Matt feeding Devon, and James on Devon’s lap sucking on his nipple.

“Jesse, good to see you. Don’t say anything to James or Devon!” I told him at once.

James got suspicious at that. He broke away from Devon’s teat and stared at me. “You did something to cause this didn’t you, sir?” Damn, the magic of the moment seemed to be lost, but then James went on. “You did something to make sure I can’t get milk out of my dad. Please sir, undo it, I’m very hungry. You had your fun, now let me eat. You know I can only eat my dad’s milk.”

I dug my nails into my thigh to keep myself from laughing. Poor James, he was so smart, he realized I could mess with their minds even before he saw me turn Matt into a dog. He understood how I made Devon get off on Jesse’s cock. But that didn’t help him. He was still completely blind when I messed with his mind. And now he thinks I’m torturing him by denying him Devon’s milk. He can’t see the absurdity of it.

The scene got me thinking. How awesome it would be if I could make Devon lactate milk through his nipples. I could milk Devon in a whole new way, and seeing James actually breastfeeding off his tits would be so hot. I think I read somewhere that under some rare conditions it is possible to get a man to lactate. I should try and investigate that option for the future. As for now, a new idea came to me.

“Devon and James, you both know that when a man can’t produce milk from his teats he starts producing it from his penis. It is just another way for men to feed their babies, nothing wrong about it. James, Devon’s cum will taste like milk to you. Now, both of you know this to be true, but forget that I told you about it.”

James turned to Devon. “Well, whatever he did it doesn’t matter. You have to feed me from your cock.” So James got down to the floor and sucked Devon’s cock right there in front of us. It took him some time to get his fix, Devon was already milked a few times that day, but eventually he got Devon to come in his mouth and he drank it all. Then James got up and hugged Devon, his daddy.

That was nice, I thought, I should do that again. For now I wanted some alone time with Jesse so I took him back to the living room leaving the others to teach Chad tricks in the kitchen.

Jesse was still wearing his clothes. I stood in front of him and slowly took his clothes off. I usually had him undress himself, but wanted to make today special. My fingers run over his skin as I pulled his clothes off. He smelled sweet and manly, and I pressed my nose close to inhale more of him. I wanted to know how his night with Jenny was, but I thought I might get too jealous. So I sat him down, with one of my hands rested on his cock, the other stroking his hair, and tried to conduct small talk.

“So, what do you think of my progress with Devon and James?”

“I think you’re using them for your own enjoyment with no regard to them.” He did have to be honest. He stared straight at me, and then lowered his eyes. “But at least they seemed happy.”

“I don’t have to be entirely cruel. I was to Chad, and I will be, but mostly I can have my fun without so much pain and humiliation.”

“I think you have no idea how much pain and humiliation you inflict on us.” This time I asked no question, he decided to share his view of his own free will. That irked me.

“Your friend Matt doesn’t find it as humiliating as the rest of you. He actually finds pleasure in it.” There was a look of alarm in Jesse’s eyes that caused me to smirk. “Matt is gay, how does that make you feel?”

“I have no problem with it. I never did, not now and not when he told me four years ago.”

My smirk was gone, He knew? Is he bluffing me? No, he can’t lie.

“I’m not happy you found out though.” He went on. “I hope you can at least keep his secret until he is ready to come out.”

“You knew he was gay since,” What did he say, “Since you were 14?”

Jesse sighed. “I told you once before that I’m no homophobe. Luckily Matt trusted me enough to tell me. His own family is very blatantly homophobic so he really can’t come out to them. He’s very troubled by it. You should be supporting him, not using him.”

So now he expects me to start a support group? I didn’t care about that. I decided to change the subject.

“Do you know he has a crush on you?” That was one of the things I got out of Matt today; I never thought to ask whether Jesse knew he was gay.

“I do.” He blushed a bit. “I care about him a lot too, but not in that way. I was open to it, I even kissed him a few times, but I’m not attracted to him.”

“Well, he might have a crush on you, but he said himself that’s all it was.” I moved my hand from his cock to his shoulder. “I am in love with you, completely and utterly in love.” I moved forward and kissed him on the lips, he made no move to stop me, but no move to kiss me back either.

“You don’t really love me.” He said. “You’re drunk on power and you’re more attracted to me than to the others, that’s all it is.” He was emotionless, not even looking at me.

“I had a month to think about this, a month to try and get past it.” I could feel tears in my eyes. Thank god I made sure the others weren’t here. “Whether I’m asleep by myself or fucking someone else, all I can think of is you. I thought maybe having others would help, it didn’t. I had a small hope that knowing you had sex with someone else would help, make you seem tainted in my eyes, but that didn’t help either.”

“You’re just obsessed.” Jesse still wasn’t looking at me.

“Two days ago I took James into the basement here.” I didn’t want to tell him about this. “I made sure he could only say what I wanted him to say. I took a huge risk just to test myself. I pricked myself with the thorns. James commanded me to answer him truthfully and then he asked me questions I wasn’t sure about. It was a way for me to admit the truth to myself. I then had James cancel his order and after the thorns’ influence was over I left with him and erased his memory of the whole thing.” I turned Jesse’s head so he’ll face me. “One of the questions was ‘Are you in love with Jesse’ and the answer was yes.”

Jesse turned his head forcefully. I hadn’t told him he has to stay still, he usually just did, knowing if he resisted I would make him stay still. “Just because you believe that you’re in love it doesn’t mean that you really are. It doesn’t matter anyway. After knowing you for this past month I can’t care about you. I can only hate you.”

Well, this was pretty much what I was expecting. I was sad but I already knew how to make myself happier. I moved my hand back to his cock and grabbed tight. “As I said, unlike Matt I don’t just have a crush on you, I love you. Also unlike Matt, I have power over you. I can simply make you love me.”

It was almost an hour by the time I was done. I had to send the others home. It was James’s house so I made him stay in his room. His parents were in their room too (unfortunately they came home this weekend, so I took control of them too). I had to change a lot of things about Jesse. I wiped his memories of being my unwilling slave. I made him physically attracted to me, and also attracted to my personality. He was still my slave, having to do what I told him, but I didn’t need to ask him to kiss me now, or do any of the other things.

The night was magical holding him in my arms, being held in his; being kissed affectionately by him; having him come at me full of lust. I had an hour of foreplay enjoying his body in a way that was different than I ever have before. Then I had him in a way I really never had before. That first time fucking him, with him wanting it so badly was bliss. I could tell it hurt him, but he was so overjoyed it didn’t really dampen anything. He fucked me as well. It was my first time being fucked and while it did hurt it was also wonderful to feel him inside me.

We finally fell asleep in each other’s arms after the sun came out. We were on a big bed in James’s brother’s room. I woke up first. It was noon and I went to the kitchen to bring water. There was a picture of James’s brother on the wall, and I took it with me. The brother was cuter than James was. I already had the parents, I should have him too next time he comes home from college. But did I really need another slave now. I didn’t miss having sex with the other slaves. Maybe I should just keep Jesse. I could be happy with just him.

When I got back to the room with a water bottle I heard a strange sound. I got closer to the bed I realized what it was. It was Jesse, he was crying. I was immediately worried, had something caused his love for me to disappear. My commands so far were always permanent unless I undid them or made them temporary to begin with.

“Jesse, Jesse, what’s the matter? How do you feel about me?”

He looked at me surprised and moved to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Oh, David, I love you.” He put his arms around me. “I was just very sad suddenly.”

“Why were you sad?”

“I just realized.” He looked a little ashamed. “I realized that Jenny won’t understand about me being in love with you.”

“Jenny?” What did that matter? “Why should you care what Jenny thinks?”

“Of course I care. I want to keep being in a relationship with her.” He seemed puzzled.

“But you’re in love with me. Aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, sweet David. But I’m also in love with her. I want to keep you both.”

He still loved her. Damn! I should have been more specific. But that didn’t matter I could still change him.

“Jesse, from now on you are not in love with Jenny. You will accept this as fact. Now forget that I told you this.”

Jesse looked even more puzzled. I hugged him close and kissed him. Then just to be sure, I checked.

“Jesse, are you in love with anyone else except me?”

“I know I don’t love Jenny.” I sighed with relief but then he looked up confused. “But that’s not true. Maybe I told her that I didn’t love her. It feels like it was decided that I didn’t love her. But I know that I do. I can feel it.”

The next few hours were a blur to me. I tried everything I could think of. I erased Jesse’s memories of having sex with Jenny, and then I erased Jesse’s memories of ever dating her. It didn’t matter he still kept saying he is in love with her. Even when I made him physically disgusted by all women he kept insisting that he loved her. It was the one thing about his entire psyche that I tried and couldn’t change. I even erased his memories of knowing her at all. It just made him go mad that he couldn’t remember who he was in love with.

It made me crazy. I had all this power on my side, the magical power of the thorns, and still I couldn’t get the one thing that I really wanted. I couldn’t have Jesse all to myself.

It was hours later that I held Jesse in my arms and just rested, taking comfort from him. He understood I was upset, and tried to make me happy, but he couldn’t change his heart no more than I could. I considered my options. I could keep Jesse with me, and make him break up with Jenny. But then he wouldn’t be really happy. I could let him keep dating Jenny and share him with her. But I wanted him all to myself. I knew she would get something I wouldn’t get, something more real.

It was all just too painful. The night of bliss turned into a day of pain for me. At least before I didn’t know what I was missing.

I changed Jesse back, gave him his real emotions and memories back. He was shocked at what I did to him, at how I changed his feelings like that. He was offended.

I was so hurt. Nothing I could do would delete Jesse’s love for Jenny. But his love for me, that a few hours ago seemed just as real, was deleted with ease.

I tried to have my fun with him in his unwilling slave state. I made him give me a blowjob; I played with his body, face and hair; I even fucked him. But it wasn’t the same. Having him near me now was just too painful. Fucking him was sour even when I climaxed inside him. Having his body meant nothing when I didn’t have his love.

I sent him away. I meant never to touch or speak to him again. Hopefully time will make me forget about him.


Epilogue

David

I was done with school and I was done with the small town. I left home and moved to New York. I used money I took from James’s family to buy a big studio apartment near Central park. I brought Chad, James and Devon with me, and let Matt go on to college, though I still checked in on him with telephone calls. Jesse was still on my mind but I didn’t call him.

Life in Manhattan was great. I made some new slaves, some of them were very rich so I assembled a fortune. After two years I sent Chad, James and Devon back to their families and let them return to their own lives. Like the rest of my former slaves they will still have the memories and will still need to report to me over the phone once in a while.

It was 10 years after I left that I heard news of Jesse. On a monthly phone conversation with Devon he told me he was worried about Jesse. My first instinct was to tell him not to talk to me about him, but my curiosity got the better of me. And so Devon told me all he knew.

Jesse went off to college with Jenny and both studied journalism. They got married two years after high school and had their first son a year after that. They had two more daughters after that. They were both employed for a big newspaper and made enough money but they were both fired ten months ago. They couldn’t find other jobs and they had big medical bills because their younger daughter needed a few surgeries recently. Jesse has been going around to anyone he knew and asking to borrow money.

“Did you give him money, Devon?” I asked

“I gave him five thousand dollars.” He said with a weird tone. I knew Devon had money, he became a good businessman, I knew that if I needed extra money I could turn to him, but by now I had more money than I could ever need. Still it seemed unlike him to be so generous.

“Tell me everything that happened between you two lately.”

He broke down and admitted that he wouldn’t lend Jesse money but he did pay him for sex. Even after all those years Jesse’s cock could bring Devon to ecstasies he couldn’t reach with anyone else, not with his wife or with any of the women he fucked on the side. He told me he just made Jesse fuck him a few times and he sucked him off twice.

Then he told me more of the truth. The real reason he even mentioned Jesse in the first place was that Jesse asked him to. Jesse was so desperate he was reaching out to me.

Two weeks later I emailed him. I didn’t dare to even speak to him on the phone. How pathetic of me. The e-mail was an invitation to a job interview for a big metropolitan newspaper I owned, that is that I bought just that week. Airplane tickets were provided.

Three days after that my chauffeur (an actual employee, not a slave) picked him up from the airport and brought him to the foot of my building.

By that point, besides other property, I owned a big residential building in the middle of Manhattan. I lived in the penthouse and my current slaves occupied most of the other apartments, some were kept empty for visitors. It was to one of those that Jesse was brought.

I came down to meet him myself, unsure of what I’ll find. Will he be fatter? Did he start losing his hair? Will he just not compare to the image I have of him in my mind? Not only did I not know what to expect, I didn’t know what I was hoping for. This was the man I loved and couldn’t have. Was I just setting myself up for pain?

As I entered the room he stood by the window, the light from outside all around him. He was different. He was not a boy anymore but a man, and if anything he was more beautiful than I remembered him. His face, his eyes and his lips were still boyish. His build still impressive if not massive. His butt, through the pants was still fleshy. His hair was the length I always wanted him to have it, falling over his ears and forehead, longer than most men his age could pull off. I wondered if he grew it out for me. But the most wonderful thing was the small smile on his face.

I just stood there until he broke the silence.

“Hi David, how are you?” his voice was maybe a little lower than I remembered.

“I’m doing well.” I couldn’t help but compliment him. “You look more beautiful than I remembered.”

“Thanks.” He smiled and looked at me. “You actually look in really good shape.”

It was true, in high school I used to be chubby and had no muscles at all. Now I was in better shape than he was.

“It’s sort of a trick. You see I have control over people but I felt like I didn’t have control over myself.” I sat down on a chair and gestured for him to sit as well. “I became so lazy, having people do things for me and having whatever I wanted that I became a pig. Physically. Five years ago I weighed more than twice what I weigh now and it was all fat. I was so fat I had trouble wiping my own ass.” I wondered if I was sharing too much, but talking to Jesse just felt so comfortable. “Sure I had slaves to wipe my ass for me and for a time they did, but as I said I realized that I lost control of myself. So I made myself lose the weight.”

“A lot of people try that, you seem to have succeeded remarkably.” His tone was different now. “And you know I still have to tell you the truth.”

“Well, as I said, it was a trick. I pricked myself with one of my special thorns and had a slave give me a command to work out and eat less.”

“So you use the thorns even to control yourself.” There was some sadness in his voice now. I was tired of games.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I guess I hoped you got your life together with other means. You still use the thorns, you still have slaves. I heard from Devon that you were rich and powerful now. I hoped you grew up.” He looked me in the eyes. “Do you still just fuck slaves? Do you date? With your body you shouldn’t have trouble getting a good boyfriend.”

Now I was mad. I bit my lip and got up from the chair. How dare he judge me? I went for the door and then realized this was my property. He was the bloody guest. I turned to him walked to him while speaking. “Take off your clothes.”

He did. But he continued to talk during.

“Don’t you think I knew you might make me do this if I came here?” He paused as his raised shirt covered his face. “I came anyway because I need you. And you know that.” His pants fell to the floor, his shoes and socks already gone. “You can command me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t speak my mind while I can.”

I pressed myself against him. My rage half forgotten by the sight of his naked body. My hands found his butt as my crotch rubbed against his.

“Please David. You can do anything to me. You know that. But please I would like to talk to you first.”

I wanted to ignore him, but his request was small. And in the back of my head a voice reminded me that I swore to myself never to touch Jesse again. It would just lead to more heart break for me. I let go of him and got out.

Alone in my bedroom I thought about what Jesse said to me. Even when I brought in two twenty-year-old underwear models to play with my mood stayed sour. He was right of course. I only fucked my slaves. When I went out it was just to find new possible slaves. I had lots of men but no boyfriend, no one I loved. Jesse was the only man I ever loved, and I knew controlling him didn’t satisfy me. He knew it as well. I had to deal with him.

Later that night I sent one of my slaves to call him up to my penthouse. I instructed him to make sure Jesse came up clothed.

I sent my slaves back to their apartments, keeping only two in a close room where they could hear me call them. I wanted to avoid Jesse judging me.

Jesse sat down in front of me and started talking first.

“I’m sorry about before, David. You invited me here after all those years when you knew I needed help, and it took me two minutes to start criticizing you. I only spoke the truth as I see it, but I should have kept my views to myself.”

I kept my silence.

“I’m assuming Devon told you everything about my life and the troubles I am having.”

“He did. He also told me what you gave him for money.” His eyes fell to the floor.

“I didn’t think he would tell you about that.” His eyes were averted. “But maybe it’s for the best that you know. I will do anything I can for my family. Anything within my power except actually hurt others. I didn’t want to do what I did with him, but it kept a roof over my family for another month.”

“So, you…”

“Please let me finish, just let me say everything.” He paused to see if I let him talk. I did. “You see when I first thought about asking you for money I could imagine myself doing anything. And then Devon offered me money for sex and it was horrible. It wasn’t like I imagined at all. It took me some time to realize what the difference was. You see when you had me you also loved me.”

“I did.” I said and let him continue.

“I know I doubted it at the time. But you left me with a lot of memories for all those years. And I have to say, even if you don’t want to hear it, most of them were very bad, the stuff of nightmares. But as the years passed I could also understand that you did love me and I came to appreciate that in a way.” He stopped and breathed deeply.

“I am as always at your mercy.” He went on. “You can give me money and be done with it. You could give me a job too. You can make me pay for it by having sex with me. You can make me have sex with you using commands, or as I said I will have sex with you voluntarily for your assistance. You can even just use me for sex against my will and send me on my way.” He drew his breath. “I suppose you can even make me stay here and not give me anything. That is the only option I truly dread, because then no one will be there for my family. I will stay with you here voluntarily though if you support my family for enough time.”

“I suppose I have a lot of options.”

“Perhaps you have one more. As I said I came to appreciate you, to appreciate the love you had for me. And I realized that kind of love is rare and deserves reciprocation. That is why I hoped your life has changed. You see in a way I fell in love with you over these long years. I could love the man that loved me, at least I could if I could forgive him and not hate him.”

My heart stopped. Did he say that he loves me? I was speechless.

“I’m sorry.” He was suddenly shy. “I may have taken something for granted. It has been ten years. Do you still love me?”

“Yes!” How could he doubt it? “I never loved anyone else.”

“Do you understand what I am asking then? I want you to help me not out of pity or for pleasure or out of feeling of unrequited love. I want you to help me because we have a real relationship, a loving relationship.”

“Wait, does that mean you don’t love Jenny anymore?”

“I still love her. You know how much I love her. What I am saying is that I love you too, or at least I think I do. Isn’t a part of my heart worth something?”

“I had your love already, remember?”

“That wasn’t real. You couldn’t stand it not just because I was still in love with Jenny, you knew my love then was forced. I am offering you something real.”

“You can really love me?”

“I told you before, having feeling for a man wasn’t something I considered unthinkable. So what do you say?”

“I would have given you anything you needed anyway. I have more money than I need and I want you to be happy. You don’t need to do anything for me.”

He smiled. “I hoped you will say that.” He got up and for a minute I thought he was going to leave, but instead he cane and sat next to me on the couch. “I really do feel something for you. And if you do something for me I want to do something for you.”

He put his hand on my face and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He then pulled away hesitantly, “But maybe what you need is someone else, someone who could love you and you alone.”

I lunged at him with a kiss. “I want you, even if it’s just a small part.” His kiss sealed the deal for me. Having him kiss me of his own free will, when I gave him every option to leave, made that kiss the most wonderful thing in the world.

That night we stayed up and talked. I couldn’t see myself giving up my slaves. He felt confident he could change my mind in time. We talked about how to set his family up in New York. When we moved to the bedroom he admitted he never had sex with anyone but his wife. I reminded him that he did have sex with me and with Devon, but he said those times he was forced, in one way or another. I guided him in sex, and he guided me in making love with a free partner. That night was the best of my life.

Jesse

It’s been a year since I moved to New York. Life was good. The kids were happy in their schools, Jenny was happy in her job, I was happy in mine. We were happy together. We almost split when I told her about my relationship with David.

David didn’t like me telling her either. But I hated lying to her. I loved them both. I wanted to have it all. It took time but Jenny accepted it. She accepted that I still loved her and she forgave me for lying for a time.

I think my relationship with David flourished as well. I didn’t have to worry so much about being seen with him. I was having a relationship with a man and a woman. This was New York, people had weirder arrangements. I felt confident that in time I could even get my kids to understand me.

With Jenny I was the protector, the hunter. With David I felt sheltered and protected.

Jenny came to like David too recently. She found out that David was the one who got us our jobs and loaned us the money for our apartment.

David still had a lot of money. I didn’t make him give it back. He assured me it was from people who had enough to spare. He didn’t have any slaves now. He still had butlers though—but paid ones and he promised me he didn’t have control over them – so he still had almost all his luxuries. I couldn’t really complain about that.

My life turned out great. I had all I could ever want and I was slave to no one.

David

Life really was great. Jesse really loved me, and without me making him. Sure I had to cheat a little. He was dead set on telling his wife about us and of course she couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t get near her so I made him be the one to scratch her with the thorns, and then I slowly adjusted her attitude to make her agreeable to the situation.

I had fun having total control over Jesse sometimes. Moving him around like a doll with his mind a blank. He never had any memories of it. I still liked him more when he was himself. I never put a thought in his mind about loving me. That was all him. The only thing I did do to his mind was to make sure he never thinks about asking me to really set him free – that is to make him free to refuse my commands.

I really let my other slaves go, except for Chad who I visited every few months without Jesse knowing, just to feed the small sadistic side I still had in me. I really didn’t need anything else anymore. I had all I could wish for.